I forgot the question.
“I also want to take you to Tenor and Ruby’s wedding as my plus-one.” He pumped a finger in and out of me and my eyelids fluttered shut as I succumbed to unparalleled pleasure.
“I got my own invite,” I murmured.
“What’ll it take to convince you to go as my girlfriend?”
Girlfriend? I rode his hand. The water lapped around us, splashing close to the edge. It would take nothing. Absolutely nothing. But it wasn’t in my nature to make things easy for anyone. “A few more orgasms and I’ll think about it.”
His low growl vibrated right through my back. “I’ll have your answer by noon.”
I couldn’t laugh. My climax was building, quick to wake up despite the sexfest I’d just been through. I’d gotten off three times already. This shouldn’t be possible. But Teller made it seem easy. And it was—with him.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Teller
Birdsong registered a moment before a shot of adrenaline charged through my vessels. I was late for work. Then a soft, warm body rolled over me. The events of the night flooded back and I didn’t bother opening my eyes. No wonder I was so damn tired.
“You sleep like the dead, Bailey,” Maddy murmured. “And your alarm is going off.” The bed shifted as she smacked something on the nightstand. The birdsong stopped.
Her weight was gone and I missed it. Rolling to my side, I buried my face in her hair. I hadn’t had a tender moment like this in a long time. Perhaps ever. There was no undercurrent of stress waking up next to Madison. NoWhat the hell is she going to be mad about now?orI’ve gotta get to work and she’s going to be upset about it. Or worse...How can I get her to leave without being a dick?
I didn’t want Madison to leave.
“You gotta be up?” I said, my voice sandpaper rough.
Her hair moved, tickling my nose as she shook her head. “Only for the hour it’s going to take to brush out the rat’s nest of my hair. Otherwise, I’ll go to Flatlanders and install some partitions in the bathroom.”
“Before Flatlanders is done, I’m gonna see you in nothing but a tool belt.”
The bed shook with her laugh. “Baking while naked. Constructing while naked. What next?”
“Technically, you weren’t baking naked.”
“No one wants cookies made by someone without any clothes on.”
“Wrong again, Mads. I’ll take five batches.” I let out a long groan. “I’ve gotta get to work.” I pressed my lips to her shoulder and left them there. “Let’s go out tonight,” I said against her skin.
“You mean like meet Tenor and Ruby again? Or another one of your siblings?”
“No. Just us.” I tried to swallow past the tightness in my throat. We could work all day and night on Flatlanders, but people would shrug it off as a business arrangement. She and I could double with another couple and it was still a group. Eat at Mama’s? No one else saw.
Then there was my home. My oasis away from everything that was now my special place with her.
“A date?” she asked.
“A real one,” I confirmed.
“Curly’s?”
“Anywhere. We can stay in town or go to Bozeman.”
“Hmm... There are some nice distilleries in Bozeman. I wonder if they serve a better hard lemonade.”
I nipped her shoulder and she giggled and playfully slapped me.
“I like Curly’s and all, but I wouldn’t mind anonymity,” she said.
