Mom:
Ruthie: but I’d also like to know about bridesmaids
Ruthie: if it helps, I’m very good at organizing and haggling
Amber: really we hadn’t noticed
Gramma CeCe: girls, we should let the newlyweds be. They don’t need to worry themselves with all of these questions. Not when there are more important things for them right now. Remember to give yourselves plenty of time in the bedroom.
Mom:
Claudia: This is your one and only warning, Gram
Gramma CeCe: I’m only encouraging them to explore
Gramma CeCe: Between the sheets, that is.
Chloe: we knew what you meant, Gram
Mom:
Mom: When can we see you two? How about Sunday? I’ll cook your favorites!
I glanced at Emme, trying to read her reaction to my family’s outpouring of love and chaos. “What do you think?”
“We’re not back until Monday,” she said. “Later in the week is blocked for Grace, but maybe Tuesday? We don’t have to go to your mom’s house if it’s too much for you. We can meet them somewhere or invite them to our place. Whatever you want.”
I stared at her for a long moment as a smile pulled at my lips. I couldn’t grab hold of all these emotions to figure out what they were, but I knew I’d never felt so many good things at once. “Tuesday, then.”
Ryan: We’re in Vegas this weekend for Em’s birthday. How about Tuesday?
Mom:
Mom: I can’t wait!
I put my phone down and turned to Emme. I tapped my finger to her lips, saying, “I hope you know what you’ve done.”
She beamed at me. I could smell the citrus on her. “We’ll find out on Tuesday.”
I shook the blanket out and tucked it tight around us. “Let’s not talk about my family anymore. We have this wonderful blanket to enjoy however we want.”
Her whole body shook as she laughed and I nearly blacked out from the bliss of it. At this point, it didn’t take much to turn me on. The mere mention of my wife was enough. But having her warm and soft against me while we put one official stamp after another on this relationship? I was fucking done.
“What is it with you andenjoying the blanket?” she asked.
“I seem to remember us having a very good time under a blanket,” I said. “I don’t see any reason why we shouldn’t give it another spin. I have a change of clothes in my backpack too.”
Still laughing, she pressed a hand to her eyes, but I grabbed it away and sucked the lingering sweetness from her fingertips.
“I barely touched you that time,” she said.
“Yeah, that’s what made it so incredible. It was completely out of my control.”
She shook her head against my chest. “I’m not sure I believe that.”
“You’re forgetting that the way you feel and the sounds you make when you’re aroused get me at least eighty percent of the way there. Throw in a little friction and I’m done.”
“Hmm.” She ran her fingers down the center of my torso, stopping at my belt. Her hand settled over my shaft and I jolted up to meet her. “Let’s see if that math checks out.”
