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  Operation Bailey Wedding

  Piper Rayne

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  © 2019 by Piper Rayne

  All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.

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  Contents

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Cockamamie Unicorn Ramblings

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  * * *

  Chapter One

  Holly

  Five days until the wedding…

  * * *

  “Get back, doggies.” I nudge Myles and Daisy with my legs as I slide into the house with my wedding dress in my arms.

  “Hol?” Austin yells from the kitchen.

  “You stay right there!” I yell back.

  “Why?” His voice is growing closer, so I kick off my flip-flops and head for the stairs.

  “I have my dress. You can’t see it.”

  “You don’t actually believe in that superstition, do you? I want to see you alone on our wedding day before, not in front of everyone. I want a moment…”

  His voice drowns out when I slam the guest bedroom door. I hang up my dress, ignoring the four paws scratching outside the door. They act like the room is overfilled with chew toys, treats, and a smorgasbord of steak.

  “Relax, Myles and Daisy. Go see Austin.”

  Myles whimpers under the door but Daisy’s four paws prance on the hardwood floors we just installed throughout the whole house. Our first major change in our quest to transform it from Austin’s family’s home into our own. I still hold my breath every time one of his siblings comes over for a visit. They tell me it’s okay, but I understand what it’s like to be blindsided. I thought I had all my daddy issues worked out before running into him after my final dress fitting this evening.

  He asked me questions about the wedding and wondered if his invitation got lost in the mail. Needless to say, there’s no love lost between the two of us.

  I unzip the garment bag, letting the dress hang out to make sure the puffy layers don’t wrinkle before the big day. As I stand back and admire its beauty, I want to pinch myself that the day I’ll become Mrs. Holly Bailey is right around the corner. I’ll keep my maiden name for work purposes only because it’s tricky when the principal and the science teacher have the same last name. A name that is very well known in Lake Starlight.

  I’m not fooling anyone, half the town will be attending our wedding in the town square. If they weren’t invited, they’ll still have a chance to stand witness.

  “Babe!” Austin yells from downstairs, probably ready to talk about more of his wants when it comes to the wedding. I’ve never heard of a man who pays attention to the details. Isn’t he supposed to just be happy and show up?

  “I’m coming.” I slide out of the room with one more glance at my dress. “Let’s go, Myles.” I pat his head and head down the stairs. I’m not sure where Daisy got off to.

  Myles walks down with me, stair for stair. Austin’s waiting at the bottom of the stairs.

  He has a glass of wine in hand because I called him on the way home, so he knows I ran into my father tonight. It’s not like we haven’t talked about the possibility of my father attending our nuptials, we have. At length. Austin thinks I’ll regret not having him as a guest whereas I say he’s never been a real father to me, so why would I care? But I don’t get angry when he brings it up because he’s coming from the place of a son that doesn’t have the option of having either of his parents there.

  “Thanks,” I mumble, taking the glass from his hand and sipping its sweet goodness. “Perfect.”

  “The sun is setting behind the trees and it’s beautiful. Come.” He puts his arm around my shoulders and leads me into the kitchen and through the sliding glass doors onto the outside deck overlooking the property.

  Austin’s a consistent strong body for me to lean on when it comes to my issues with my dad. But what my dad has done to his family complicates things.

  We sit down in a set of deck chairs and I prop my feet up on the small table in front of us. Austin was right. The sky is lit up with pink, yellow, and orange colors as far as the eye can see. It’s breathtaking. The glowing sun slides down the horizon giving us our first glimpse of the sky full of stars that will take over.

  The best decision I ever made was taking that temporary principal position to find my father. It led me to Austin, so I guess in some small way, my father brought me the best man who’s ever entered my life.

  “So?” he says.

  “What?”

  He raises his eyebrows staring at me until I fess up.

  “He asked if his invite got lost. I mean the nerve of him.” I sip my wine.

  “That’s not really a surprise.” My fiancé settles in next to me, putting his arm around me. “You gotta ask yourself, babe, do you really not want him there?”

  “I have no idea. I mean my mom will be there… Savannah…”

  The last thing I want is the police called to my wedding.

  “Don’t worry about them. This is about you. Do you want him there?”

  I traveled thousands of miles for the man, only to find out he has a brand new family he dotes on after leaving my life completely when I was young. A part of me is not even sure he’d want to come, and the possible rejection makes me gun-shy.

  “Come here.” Austin pats his lap and I crawl into his big body. “I love you,” he whispers in my ear. “All I care about is that you walk down that aisle to me. The rest is just noise. If you want him there, I’ll handle Savannah and your mom too if you want. If you don’t, then cool, no biggie.”

  I grip my arms around his neck a little tighter. “How did I ever get so lucky?”

  He chuckles into my neck, his thumb running along the bare skin between my shirt and my shorts. “I’m the lucky one. I can’t believe I almost gave you up.”

  “I can’t believe I almost let you go.” I draw back from our embrace and press my hand on his cheek. “Just noise, right?”

  He smiles, that light-up-my-heart one that says all we need in this world is us. “Noise. Now let me distract you.” His tongue slides up my neck until his teeth latch on to my earlobe. “Let’s make some noise of our own.”

  I giggle and feel his hardness under my ass. “That was cheesy.”

  His hands run up my back, pulling me closer. “You telling me my lines are shit?” His mouth casts open kisses along my neck, and he arches me to expose my chest. Just when the fabric of my shirt stops him, his hand slides along my waist to flick a button on my shirt open.

  “I love your lines.”

  “There’s the right answer.” Another button releases, then another.

  “Out here though?” I look behind us, wondering when a Bailey sibling may surprise us.

  “After you said my lines suck? I have to prove myself.”

>   He pats my ass to get up and I rise to my feet, missing him immediately. But before I can fully miss him, his fingers flick the button of my shorts and he lowers the zipper. “My favorite color,” he says, sliding them down my legs and leaning forward to press a kiss right between my legs.

  “Austin,” I sigh.

  His hands move up and he undoes my shirt one button at a time, blindly moving it off my shoulders as his lips kiss all over my stomach. “Can’t wait until you have my baby in here.”

  My heart grows wings with his words. Austin isn’t shy about wanting us to start a family right away. I’m sure part of it is due to losing his parents at such a young age. When Calista, his niece, made a surprise appearance, it only spurred him further to want a little Bailey of his own. Once Dion was born, even more so.

  “Let’s practice,” he stares up at me with hope in his eyes. This has been another merry-go-round conversation the past few months.

  “Okay,” I agree, just wanting to be close to him. Besides, it’s less than a week until we’re married.

  I went off the pill six months ago due to my age and the chance for blood clots, but we’ve been using condoms, much to Austin’s dislike. But I refused to be standing at the altar with a burgeoning belly under my wedding gown.

  “Really?” The smile that transforms his face is nothing short of magical.

  I’d have ten of his babies if I got that look every time.

  “Really,” I say and lean in for a quick kiss.

  He leans back, pulls his track shorts down. “Well then?”

  “Austin!”

  He laughs, pulling me so that I’m straddling him, and his hard length is pressed to my center. “I’m kidding. Come here.”

  Our lips meet, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I could kiss this man every minute of every day for the rest of my life.

  His fingers graze down my ribs and slide into my panties, pushing them to the side so he can enter me. The ache between my legs grows with each second that passes.

  “Jeez, seriously, you two. Aren’t you supposed to be over this by now and be like an old married couple?”

  “Phoenix!” Austin yells, positioning me away from her, but there’s no hiding anything.

  “I’m home.” Her laugh trails off inside the house when she leaves the sliding glass door. “Myles, get off Daisy. You’re as bad as your owners.”

  Austin hovers over me. “One week and they’re all going away, right?”

  I smile up at him. “Please, we both know that’s not the truth.”

  His head falls to my chest and he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth through my bra.

  “Let’s go see why she’s here three days early.” I wiggle under him and he climbs off me, pulling up his pants and picking up my shirt and shorts.

  “Sometimes I hate my big family,” he says.

  “Aw… you know that’s a lie. And don’t worry, we can have wild sex later.”

  We walk into the house to find five suitcases by the stairway. Turning to one another, we share a look of bewilderment.

  “Or not?” I raise an eyebrow.

  Phoenix is sitting on the couch, her head buried in her phone.

  “Phoenix?” I ask.

  “So, LA isn’t panning out.”

  Austin’s head falls back, and he sighs.

  Looks like we have a new roommate for a while.

  Chapter Two

  Wyatt

  * * *

  “Denver, what are you doing? Move to the right! You’re gonna hit the wall,” Kingston yells at his brother while they try to move my dresser up the stairs of Brooklyn’s and my new house.

  “Denver, we just painted. Your sister will have a conniption.” I follow behind them with a garment box in my hands.

  “Couldn’t you have hired movers? Aren’t you like a millionaire or something? Why am I waking up at the ass crack of dawn to move you into your huge farmhouse.”

  “It’s not a farmhouse. They don’t have those in Alaska,” Kingston says.

  Denver lowers the dresser just to give him the annoyed look.

  “What?”

  “Did you see the long front porch that faces the mountains?” Denver asks.

  “Nothing else about it says farmhouse and they don’t have a farm so…”

  “Can we please just move,” I say because I’m not going to stand here on the stairs while they argue.

  “Let’s go, weakling,” Kingston says, walking up the stairs.

  “Weakling?” Denver guffaws.

  “I’m the one facing backward.”

  I ignore the brother-bickering until they get the dresser into our master bedroom. When they go downstairs to get more of our stuff, I look around the room. At the bed we bought to start over. My dresser and nightstands. A few paintings Brooklyn loves. Veering out of the room, I pass the three other empty bedrooms and wonder when we’ll fill them.

  In order to do that, I need to ask Brooklyn to marry me, but with Austin and Holly’s wedding in five days and us deciding to move into this house the same week, it’s been too hectic. So, I’ve decided not to pop the question until next week.

  “Brook is here!” Kingston yells. “Holy shit. What does she have with her?”

  I shake my head because if she bought one more thing for this house, we’re going to be house poor. The woman is constantly shopping for knickknacks and other useless decorative items.

  Nevertheless, I’m eager to see her since we parted earlier, and she kept her destination a secret. My feet hit the bottom step and I see her holding a small box with holes.

  Gizmo is at her heels, barking and jumping.

  “Stop it Giz.” She shoos him away with her leg.

  “What do you have there?” Denver asks.

  Brooklyn looks up at the house, seeing me in the doorway. She has the same look on her face as she did when she bought the new kitchen table I told her we didn’t need.

  She walks up the steps and places the box on the porch. Gizmo circles it, continuing to bark. Brooklyn picks him up in her arms. “Shh… you’ll scare them.”

  Her eyes find mine because now I know it’s a living being.

  “We said no cats, Brook.” I lean my shoulder against the doorframe.

  “It’s not a cat.”

  Denver peeks inside the lid and falls to his ass in laughter. “You’re kidding me, right?”

  “We need something to do with all this space. And if we get more, we can have fresh eggs every day.” She looks around to the nothingness around us. One of the biggest reasons we purchased this place.

  My shoulders sag. “We don’t need to raise chickens. Gizmo is going to hate them.” Just as I make my argument, Gizmo jumps out of Brooklyn’s arms, lunging for the box, but Kingston grabs hold of him.

  “That’s not food,” he tells him.

  I stare at Brooklyn. She’s smiling and happy.

  What can I say? I’m a sucker.

  “How many are there?”

  She bites her lips.

  “Brook?”

  “Five.”

  “Five?” My voice is calm even though inside, I can already see how this is going to turn out. Me figuring out how to keep chickens alive in the wilds of Alaska. Where are they going to go in the winter?

  “See it’s a farmhouse,” Denver says, heading back to the truck because he must know that his sister and I need to have a conversation.

  She walks toward me, already leaving the chicks abandoned. Luckily, Kingston dropped Gizmo into the small fenced area I made for him on one end of the porch.

  “Why chickens?” I ask.

  “Why not?” She runs her finger down my sweaty t-shirt.

  “I could name about one hundred reasons why not.”

  “But?” Her eyes are wide and hopeful as she holds my gaze.

  I shake my head. “If we’re in this together, you better start consulting me.”

  “What would you have said?” She steps closer so that we’re almost chest-to-ches
t. Her blonde hair is pulled into a messy bun and all I want to do is unleash those wild strands and tug her toward me.

  “We would’ve talked about it.”

  “And?”

  “I would’ve said to wait until after we’re settled.”

  She tilts her head and bites her lip. My complete undoing and she knows it. “But they needed homes and it’s like we’re starting this next chapter of our life together with them.”

  “Come here.” I loop my finger into the waist of her shorts and pull her toward me.

  “Are you sweaty?” she asks.

  “Yes, because I’m here moving us in while you’re out buying chickens.” I lean forward and press my lips to hers.

  “I got one for you.”

  “I think you got five for me.”

  She loops her arms around my neck, her fingers playing with the back of my hair. “But one is especially for you.”

  My hands splay on her ass, pushing her toward me. “Tell me you didn’t buy a cock?”

  She laughs and swats at my chest. “There’s only one cock in this house.”

  I nod, still not convinced.

  “Yours, I named Manhattan. She’s dark and mysterious and reminds me of you. A little standoffish to the others.”

  “And where are we going to keep these little ladies?”

  “We’re going to build a chicken coop.”

  I shake my head. “You’re going to build a chicken coop.” I kiss her and guide her to the side with my hand on her hip.

  “I thought we’re a team?”

  I stare down at the box. “We are, but this wasn’t a team decision.”

  “Wyatt!” she calls out as I make my way back over to the moving truck.