“So,” Alice chirps. “When’s the wedding?”
“Oh, mom. Stop.” Sutton’s wise gaze slides to me. “We just got engaged this morning. Maybe we’ll plan for next—“
“Month?” I finish for her. She chokes on that little bomb I dropped. “Problem?”
Sutton whips her head back and forth. “Nope. That’s great. Perfect, really.”
I kiss her temple. “That’s what I thought, beautiful.”
She sags into me. “Love you, fiancé.”
“Damn, I really like the sound of that. I’m gonna love calling you wife.”
A collective sigh comes from her parents. Alice is practically glowing. “We better start planning.”
I just laugh. Sutton holds up her left hand again, showing off the goods. “Not yet. I want to appreciate having my fiancé home. How about we spend today enjoying each other’s company? Tomorrow we can discuss the future.”
I cup her ass against the seat. “You’re reading my mind, Sutt.”
“Because we’re one.” There’s awe in her voice.
We order a round of drinks and toast to this happy something. Family bonding. There’s nothing quite like it.
Others begin trickling over to give me a clap on the back or offer to buy me a beer. Everyone has a smile and kind words reserved for me. My heart is bursting and threatening to overflow. I’ve never felt this level of acceptance. It’s almost unbelievable, but my eyes don’t deceive me.
One hour feeds into two. The third ticks over and my skin is getting itchy. I glance over at my girl. Her baby blues are already latched onto me. She gives me a little wave of her fingers. I nod toward the exit. Her eyebrows wag at me in return.
Well, damn. It looks like I’m getting all sorts of lucky today
34
Sutton
Happy something #199: Getting so caught up in something, or a certain someone, that I forget to breathe.
Iwake with a lazy stretch. All of my muscles, especially in the lower half, are deliciously sore. I revel in the lingering burn. Aftershocks zap at my nerve endings and I smile into the pillow. That last orgasm is one for the books.
Grady stirs next to me, reaching over in his drowsy state. “Morning, baby.”
I roll over and flop onto his bare chest. “Hey, Gray.”
“Sleep well?”
“So good.”
His lips find my forehead and I shiver. Grady got his wish about being naked. Not a single stitch of clothing has touched my body for almost seventy-two hours. We’ve barely separated for air since he was released. It’s safe to say our codependency has reached record highs. Not that I’m complaining, and no one would blame us.
“Coffee?” The question is a murmur against my temple.
I brush my lips over his nipple. “Maybe in a bit.”
“That’s my girl.” His fingers roam over the base of my spine, and drift lower.
We haven’t left the bedroom for more than basic essentials. I’m perfectly pleased to survive on Grady and his very capable body. But alas, my pesky stomach growls intermittently with different demands.
In this moment, my lower belly is in charge and craving the naked man beside me. He seems to be having the same bout of hunger.
Grady presses his nose into the crook of my neck. A whisper of heat pebbles my skin when he growls against me. “You smell like a freshly showered dude.”
