Chris hated my brother.
Sawyer is at the complete other end.
He’s already a part of the family, now we’re just making it official.
Chapter 41
Sawyer
I wonder how longit will take to get used to seeing the gold band on my finger? Every time it catches the light, I do a double take.
Honestly, I kinda hope that the feeling never fades.
The ring disappears when I dig my hands into the new pillow of dough, then shines as I start rolling out the circle for another pizza.
My movements are becoming habits and I love the repetition of it all.
Val pushes into the kitchen, the swinging door slapping behind her. “Last one of the night.” She holds up the ticket before attaching it to the order board.
Then her palms land on my back hips and she slides them into my pockets. “Then you’remine.” After a firm squeeze, she disappears into the bar.
I love how she acts as if I wasn’t already completely and totally hers anyways.
We shut the place down for a week so we could have our very own private honeymoon, but that wasn’t nearly enough.
I always want her.
Every time I can make her beautiful body break for me, it’s like a drug. I just want to do it again.
She’s like oxygen, I can’t breathe unless I’m buried between her legs.
After she takes the last pizza, I furiously begin cleaning.
The faster I’m done, the sooner we can head upstairs.
When she reappears, she’s holding a bottle.
“We need a drink for surviving Valentine’s day.” She lifts it high, then twists off the top. “Our first one together, hell our first one married too.” Her wicked smile sends heat directly into my groin.
She saunters closer, threading her fingers over my buckle. “You’re the best rule I ever broke, little boy.”
“I’m glad you did,” I groan, pulling her close enough to crash my lips over hers.
“Do you know what I want?” She cups my zipper, running her thumb up and down the length of it.
“To see how many times I can make you come tonight? I think my record is, um, twelve?” I grin, cupping her ass to snug her belly against my cock.
“Thirteen. It’s a lucky number now for me.” Her throaty laugh makes my nuts tingle. “I’ve been having these dreams of you putting your pepperoni in my oven to make a little pizza.”
“Have you already been drinking?” I chuckle.
“Maybe a tiny bit.” She holds her fingers up with a fraction of an inch between them.
My palms work down her sides to lift the hem of her shirt, then smooth up her hot skin to find the clasp of her bra. “If you wanted me to put a baby inmy wife, all you had to do was ask.”
She purrs against me. “I like it when you say it that way.” Setting the bottle on the table, she moves to my belt, freeing my hard-on to stroke it with her cool fingers.
Her touch makes me gasp. “Wife,” I growl, just to watch her eyes shine.
