All of Me

Chapter 5

The couple were stretched out next to each other, their legs entwined as they looked at each other, talking and giggling together like teenagers. Less than five minutes after their pleasure culminated, the doorbell rang.

“Ignore it,” Marty murmured as he ran a finger along her cheek.

“That’s our dinner,” Diana reminded him as she untangled herself from him and searched for something to throw on. She found a pair of yoga pants and a tank that she pulled on as she hobbled down the hall to the front door. “Coming! Just a second!”

She grabbed her wallet and hurried to open the front door. The teenaged boy standing in the doorway holding the warming bag smiled at her. “Hi,” she said as she dug in her wallet for a tip.

“One medium meat lover’s and an order of hot wings. Is that correct?” he asked, staring at the receipt.

She nodded, smiling. “That’s right. Here’s your tip.” She held out a ten.

He accepted the money and pulled their food out of the warming bag. As he handed her the pizza box with the wings balanced on top, she caught him staring at her t*ts, which were free from the encasing of a bra. She pulled the food out of his hands, jerked it really, and his eyes flitted up to hers. One eyebrow was arched, and her lips were pursed in a what-the-fu*k manner.

“Um, sorry,” he mumbled as his face reddened. He practically ran back to his car.

Diana closed the door, chuckling. Marty walked towards her with a pair of basketball shorts on, and nothing else. He took the food from her and asked, “What’s so funny?” as he walked to the kitchen.

“The pizza delivery guy was staring at my t*ts,” she replied, laughing, as she followed him.

“Wow, really? Nice,” he laughed with her. He slapped her ass as she walked by him to get the plates. “Give him a peek?”

“Oh my God, no! He was maybe seventeen,” Diana responded.

“You would have made his night,” Marty insisted, his calm laugh becoming a guffaw as he thought of the kid’s face.

“Gross.” She handed him a plate. “Let’s eat on the back porch.”

“Wine?” he asked.

“Yes, please. I’ll carry your plate, you bring glasses and the bottle,” she told him. With a quick peck on the cheek, she walked outside, set their plates on the table, and plopped down on the outdoor sofa. 

Her mind was running wild. How was she going to talk him into turning their lovely vineyard into a wedding venue? They’d save money having it here, though they would have to spend money to get it ready. She didn’t think he’d mind the money so much, but some of the changes she and Rena had discussed would alter the view. The landscaping would have to be updated, the gazebo had to be renovated, and they would have to rent tables and chairs. They’d have to hire caterers, waiters, a clean-up crew. Of course, using the party planning company she worked for, which would be one large payment, would make it easier.

Convincing Marty wouldn’t be so easy.

He walked out behind her and carefully placed their glasses and the wine bottle on the table. With a quick kiss, he sat down next to her and grabbed his plate, heavy with three pieces of pizza and a half a dozen wings. Diana shook her head at him as he bit a piece of the pizza, obliterating half of it in one bite. She looked at her own plate, which had one piece of pizza and four wings, shaking her head.

“I sure wish I could eat like you and stay skinny like you do,” she told him wistfully.

“Babe, I like you curvy, just the way you are,” he said through his mouthful of pizza.

“I know you do, but seriously. You’re a grown man, you eat like a teenager, and you manage to maintain your athletic physique. So jealous,” she admitted with a sigh as she bit into her first wing. She closed her eyes as the hot wing sauce hit her tongue, and she licked her lips with relish after swallowing the juicy morsel.

Marty watched her eat, a smile on his face. “You eat like you’ve never done anything more pleasurable in your life.”

“I definitely love good food, but what we do in that bedroom is much more pleasurable,” she informed him.

He laughed, nodding his head in agreement. “Yes, yes, our s*x life is certainly one to be proud of. Not that I brag.”

She rolled her eyes at him, cleared her throat, and said, “So I want to talk to you about the wedding venue.”

“You mean the one we don’t have?” he joked. He wiped his mouth and fingers clean of wing sauce and looked at her. “I assume you’ve had an idea?”

She shifted in her seat, which he noticed. “Well, Rena came over after that awful woman refused our permit. We had Chinese food and wine an—”

“That’s a weird combination,” he mused as he sipped his glass of red and glanced at his plate. “I guess this is too.”

Diana lifted her glass, winking at him. “Everything goes with wine.” She sipped as well and set her glass on the table. “Anyway, she wanted to go for a walk, and we ended up over at the gazebo.” Marty lowered his head, looking at her through narrowed eyes. “And she suggested, and after some discussion I agreed, that a wedding here would be lovely.”

“At our house? That’ll be a tremendous undertaking, don’t you think?” Marty asked skeptically.

Diana was thrilled he didn’t dismiss it outright, and continued her argument for a wedding at the vineyard. She leaned toward him and held out her hand to make her points. “You and I only planned to invite somewhere between fifty and a hundred people. We can cut it down and say no more than fifty and be done with it. Neither of us have much family, so we’d only be inviting friends.”

He nodded. “Yes, but that’s still fifty people in our house.”

“I understand that, but hear me out.” She waited for his nod, which he gave with narrowed eyes. “And don’t give me that look.” With a chuckle he cleared his expression and gestured for her to continue. “Okay. Yes, we’ll have fifty-ish people here, but we’ll hold the ceremony at the gazebo. I’ve drawn a sketch of the arrangement of chairs, and I can use the outhouse/storage building to walk from since the house is so far away. We’ll have to make some repairs here and there, of course, but if we sign on with the party planning company, Rena will handle it.”

“Rena?” he frowned. “Why can’t you plan it on your own?”

“Rena has so many more contacts than I do when it comes to renovation people,” Diana explained.

“Renovation? How much renovation are we talking about here?”

Diana smiled, hoping to charm him, as she listed the items that would have to be changed, updated, or removed in order for the wedding to take place at their home. His eyes widened, then narrowed, his lips bowed down in a deep frown, and his brows furrowed until lines were bored into his forehead.