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Lucy was grateful for a quiet night in to sip a glass of wine and watch trashy reality TV as she decompressed.
What she did not expect was to receive a call from Tim.
“Babe? You okay?” She asked, worried that something must be wrong if he was calling her in the middle of his bachelor party.
“BABY! HI!” He said happily.
She chuckled a little, clearly hearing how drunk he was from the lazy pronunciation of his words. “I think you’re drunk. Guess it means you’re having fun.”
“I am NOT! I miss you, beautiful.”
“You’ll see me tonight…or in the morning depending on when you get home.”
“NO! I want to go home to you NOW!” Tim whined childishly.
Lucy could not resist the urge to laugh at how funny her fiancée acts when he’s drunk. “You’ll see me later. Keep having fun with Angela and the guys.”
She heard rustling on the other end before Wes’ voice came through on the phone, “Lucy? I can’t believe he actually called you.”
“What do you mean?” She wondered.
“Angela got us all into a strip club, and he kept swatting the women away saying he wanted you. He left the club and came outside, and I just found him. Sorry we bothered you.”
“You’re not bothering me! Just glad to know he’s okay.”
“Can you give me the phone back, Evers? I need to talk to Lucy,” Tim insisted, his voice was loud enough that Lucy could hear him through the phone.
“You need to come back inside. Ang is gonna be pissed when she realizes you aren’t at your own bachelor party.”
Tim snatched the phone out of Wes’ hand and whispered, “Save me, baby.”
She laughed hysterically, already rising from the couch to put on her shoes and find her car keys. “Are you sure you’re not having any fun?” Lucy suspected she already knew the answer, but she wanted to ask to clarify as she climbed into her car and started the engine.
“I wanna be with you,” Tim pouted shamelessly, because the alcohol prevented him from feeling any semblance of shame around the way he was acting so out of character.
“Okay, I’ll be there soon,” Lucy promised and was grateful they share their location with each other to make it easy to find him. Within 20 minutes, she pulled up to the front of the strip club to find Wes, Angela, and Tim next to the entrance. Angela and Tim looked positively wasted, but Wes was completely sober, since his wife had so generously designated him as the one in charge of monitoring everyone during the bachelor party festivities.
Tim launched himself into Lucy’s arms and lifted her up. “Baby,” he groaned into her hair. Then, his hands traveled to her thighs and gripped them tightly to lift her completely off of the ground.
She knew what he was trying to do with the way his arms were running along her calves, so she helped him by wrapping her legs around his waist and chuckled as he started kissing across her cheek and down her neck.
“Did he behave?” Lucy asked Wes.
“Better than my wife who has been dancing with strippers for the last hour,” Wes answered with an amused smirk. He adores his wife’s antics.
“Tim won’t dance with them because he’s been asking for you ALL night! It’s exhausting,” Angela added, slurring her words worse than Tim.
He shoved Lucy’s back against the wall of the club to free one of his hands to move the neckline of her v neck shirt for better access to her skin.
Lucy sucked in a desperate breath, because he is VERY good at setting her skin ablaze with kisses in just the right spots. Finally, she tried to speak, “Is it okay if I…umm,” her eyes rolled back reflexively and she lost her train of thought for a second, but she swallowed hard and continued, “can I just take him home?”
Tim must have heard her, because he lifted his mouth slightly from the space between her breasts and pleaded, “FINALLY! Take me home, baby!”
She snickered.
“He’s being SUCH a buzz kill!” Angela complained.
“We can all call it a night,” Wes offered.
“No way! I paid for a few more hours, so we’re staying and having fun! Only Tim can go home!” Angela insisted.
Lucy looked down to see Tim working his mouth along her collarbone, which was only slightly distracting. She raked a hand through his hair and asked, “Tim? Can you put me down?”
“No, don’t leave me,” he whined and pulled at the sleeve of her shirt to kiss her shoulder.
“I’m not leaving you,” she chuckled. “I need to drive us home.”
Tim nodded in understanding and carefully helped her put her legs back on the ground before wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing the top of her head. “I missed you,” he sighed.
“You saw me a few hours ago,” Lucy pointed out and started walking to her car. Tim was only following because he would not let go of his hold on her body. She helped him get into his seat and walked over to the driver’s side before sliding in. Tim immediately reached for her hand and interlaced their fingers. Knowing it might be difficult given his inebriated state, she leaned over to help him fasten his seatbelt, but he seemed to have other plans when he pulled her by the hip to get her close enough to kiss her. There was an odd taste on his lips, and she pulled away to ask, “Why do you taste like tequila?”
“Angela made me take shots, so I asked for tequila, since it makes me think of you.”
Lucy giggled. “You are such a softy.”
Tim ignored the accusation to kiss her again, claiming her mouth the way he wanted to all night.
She broke away when she needed to breathe and tried to collect herself, because she needed to get her very drunk fiancée to sleep. “Baby, we should go home.” Lucy successfully clicked his seatbelt into place and scooted back over to the driver’s seat.
“Yeah, we should. Then, I can kiss you without clothes in the way.”
“Okay,” she agreed with a smile and started the car while Tim put a hand on her thigh. He lazily drew patterns there while just staring at her, and she blushed from the HEAT of his gaze. “Stop looking at me like that,” Lucy finally said nervously.
“This is how I look at you.”
“No, it’s usually a little less intense,” she squirmed from the absolute adoration in his eyes, but she secretly loved the way he always makes her feel loved just with his gaze.
“You’re so beautiful,” he sighed happily.
He says it all the time, but not usually when she’s wearing sweatpants and a t shirt. “Okay,” she said dismissively and turned onto their street.
“I shouldn’t have gone out tonight. I wanted to cuddle with you on the couch.”
“It’s YOUR bachelor party. You couldn’t miss it!”
“I told Angela let’s just go to a bar and have a chill night, and she planned a party bus, and a bar crawl, and a strip club!”
“Sounds like fun,” she smiled and parked in the driveway. Lucy walked over to the passenger side and took both of his hands to help him stand.
“I think we can have plenty more fun at home,” he quirked his eyebrows and lifted her into his arms with one hand around her back and the other under her knees.
“Tim!” She laughed.
“I’m practicing for next week.”
“Yeah, well you have to put me down so I can open the door.”
Tim refused, so he awkwardly took the keys out of her hand and fumbled with the lock. It took several tries with Lucy chuckling in his ear, but he was adamant that he could carry her over the threshold without having to put her down.
He lead her all the way into their bedroom and finally set her onto the bed. “Alone at last.”
“Let’s get ready for bed,” she suggested and stood to lead them into the bathroom. He followed her and obeyed her commands to wash his face and brush his teeth even when his eyes were half lidded and he swayed where he stood.
Finally, they got to the part of the evening Tim had been looking forward to. He watched Lucy push off her clothes and change into sleep shorts and one of his t shirts. “See, none of the strippers could be this sexy.”
“You’re ridiculous. Change for bed.”
“Remember when I used to give the orders? It’s so much hotter when you do it,” he mused and struggled with his belt.
She rolled her eyes but helped him take off his pants. He looked down at her smirking, clearly pleased with the situation they found themselves in. “We are JUST going to sleep.”
“Whatever you want, baby.”
Lucy lifted his shirt off of him, but he refused to put on a new one with a pout. Not willing to fight him, she acquiesced. “Get into bed.”
“Only if you join me.”
“Tim,” she laughed at his insinuation but climbed into bed anyways.
He watched how she was sitting up impatiently, but she looked so unbelievably pretty he just had to stare.
“What are you waiting for?”
“How did I ever get work done around you? You’re so gorgeous it’s distracting.”
“Normally, you’re sober. That makes it easier.”
Tim laughed and crawled into bed over the covers, sitting up facing her. “Nope. Having you as my aide was torture most days,” he said with anguish.
“Shut up,” she shook her head and laid down.
Once he crawled until he was on top of her, holding himself up by his arms, Tim looked down at Lucy with a severity on his face she had not seen all evening, he looked at her as though he was completely sober. “Being in love with someone I couldn’t have was awful, but…” he collapsed onto her and moved until he settled his head onto her chest, “Now, you’re mine forever…well, in a week it’s official.”
“It’s past midnight, so actually 6 days,” she laughed.
Tim shifted his chin to settle between her breasts and smiled. “Lucky me.” He dug his fingers into her thighs and wrapped them around his waist to feel fully enveloped by her.
“I’m pretty lucky, too,” Lucy grinned and ran a hand through his hair.
“You see this is why I didn’t want to be around a bunch of strippers when all I wanted was this,” he sighed.
“A bunch of half dressed women dancing around you wasn’t good enough?”
“Mmm,” Tim hummed and dropped a kiss to the nearest exposed skin on her chest. “You’re more than good enough. You’re perfect. My future Mrs. Perfect.”
“I think it’s time for you to go to sleep, Mr. Perfect.”
“Okay, babe. I love you,” he agreed sleepily.
“I love you, too,” she shut her eyes while lazily running her fingers through his hair.
“Best bachelor party ever,” Tim mumbled and drifted off to sleep feeling overwhelmingly loved by the woman he could not wait to marry.