She offers me her hand and pulls me to my feet, grinning that sassy, signature Skylar grin. “I accept your groveling. You may kiss me now.”
Nothing can distract me from the way this woman makes me feel.Happy. And happiness like this is worth it.
This won’t be our first kiss in public, but this one feels like the start of our forever.
Back at my house, she tugs at my shirt, her nimble fingers yanking it off. But then her eyes widen with worry. “I didn’t ask. Did that hurt?”
“Why would it hurt?”
“Your ribs, silly.”
I scoff. “You think I’m going to let some bruised ribs stop me from fucking my woman?”
“Ford,” she chides.
“Fine. You can be on top, okay?”
“Seriously. Did you ask your doctor?”
“No, and I’m not going to. But if it makes you feel better, I’ll seriously just lie there and let you bounce on my dick. Now, get on me,” I say, tipping my forehead to the king-size mattress in my bedroom, where she belongs right now, and really, all the time.
She gazes ceiling-ward. “Seriously. He’s so stubborn,” she says to the sky.
“I am,” I say, then kick off my jeans, skim off my boxers, and lie the fuck down, my hard cock pointing right at her.
With a playful shrug, she strips, then comes over and straddles me, sinking down.
I shudder out a ragged breath as I wrap my hands around her hips, savoring this connection that I’ve missed fiercely. Savoringher.
“Everything okay?” she asks.
I shake my head. “No. Everything is perfect.”
Because I’m sure she’s perfect for me. And sometimes you don’t get the girl right away. Just like you don’t get into the NHL on your first shot. But when you get her, you hold on tight and keep her.
As she rides me, I make a promise to myself—to keep her close and treat her like the gift that she is.
Later, as she settles in next to me between the sheets, with Simon testing out his new bed, Skylar runs a gentle hand over my abs. “Are you sure it didn’t hurt?”
“You can ride my dick again to make sure,” I suggest helpfully.
“I will.” She snuggles tighter, her auburn hair spilling across my chest. “Thanks for the gifts.”
“Thank you for taking me back,” I say. And as I stroke her hair, I add, “In case it wasn’t clear, the dog bed is for here. So Simon has someplace to sleep when you’re sleeping over.”
Her grin is electric. “Really?”
“Yes,” I say, dropping another kiss to her pretty lips.
She murmurs against my mouth, and when she breaks the kiss, she says, “Does this mean I can still spy on you from the catio?”
“I don’t think you ever stopped.”
“You’re right. I didn’t.”
“I didn’t stop checking you out from the hot tub either,” I admit.
“Good. Spies unite,” she says, then rests her head on my chest. But a second later, she lifts it again. “You didn’t eat the peanut butter biscuit.”
