Maegan snorted. “Just name the time and place, buddy.” Did we just sort of get engaged? “Besides nut-scratching, what other goodies await Mrs. Elijah Markham?” I noticed she didn’t say Maegan Markham, yet, maybe she worried I was about to freak out and disappear like I did the first weekend after we fucked like animals. I did run from her, and she damn well knew it. “Please don’t tell me you’ll take your morning shit while I’m in the shower.”
I nearly choked on my toothbrush. “Freckles, I don’t even take a piss while you’re in the shower now, yet you think I’m going to shit with you a few feet away?”
“Elijah, you were in the military for a long time, and I’m pretty sure your privacy was limited.”
“True, but I’ve been a civilian long enough to know ladies would consider that a total dick move. I can assure you I will use one of the other bathrooms to take my morning shit if you’re taking too long to do unnecessary things with your hair and makeup.”
“Okay,” Maegan said agreeably.
“What things will you let slide, Freckles?” I asked when I heard the water shut off and the door open.Focus on shaving. Focus on shaving.Men woke up with a semi hard-on, and we fired that bastard up to full speed with very little prompting. “Can I expect a seventies bush within a month after our marriage?”
Maegan laughed so hard I worried she might rupture something. “You won’t have to worry about that, babe. I will permanently have smooth, hairless skin for the rest of my life.”
“Like a side effect from the chemo when you were seventeen?” I asked, looking over at her. She was more beautiful than any woman had a right to be wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her body and another wrapped around her wet hair. The summer months had added new adorable freckles across her nose and cheeks. I wanted to kiss each and every one of them.
“No,” she said softly, making me worry I’d said the wrong thing. I hated that Maegan would never be able to carry my children in her womb, but not for selfish reasons. I didn’t need biological children to be a father, and I hated that she might doubt her worth because of her inability to give them to me. “I had laser hair removal treatments, so I’ll be smooth and bare for the rest of my life.”
“Wow,” I said in awe. Of course, I was imagining someStar Warstype equipment shooting laser beams across the room.
“Dude! They didn’t whack my hair off with light sabers,” she said with a knowing grin. I loved how she already knew the paths my mind took. Which was why she opened her towel when she had my full attention, showing off the most beautiful breasts I had ever laid eyes, hands, lips, teeth, tongue, and cock on. I’m pretty sure I heard my spunk let out a victorious cheer when I painted her luscious tits the previous night. “Hurry along, Elijah. You won’t want to be late,” she said, swaying out of the room making it impossible for me to tear my eyes away from her toned legs and ass.
“Tease!” I yelled after her.
I refused to acknowledge or relieve my hard dick and plotting a revenge fuck later that night sure as hell did nothing to make it go down on its own. Remembering Lyric and Memphis were probably on the way and would be back later in the evening deflated my cock a little, and Maegan hollering from the bedroom that I had another random unknown call on my cell phone took care of the rest.
Maegan was already gone by the time I dried and dressed. I could hear her talking down below as I left our bedroom. I recognized the voices that responded to her greeting. Memphis and Lyric had arrived, and Lulu’s delighted bark let me know the dogs were with them. Of course, Rascal nearly tripping me as he bolted up the stairs was another dead giveaway. “Sorry, little man,” I said after he stopped long enough to hiss and give me the middle claw. I knew I could make it up to him with ear scratches later.
“I assure you our bakery doors will always be open to you,” Maegan said to Lyric as I reached the bottom of the steps.
“Should I be jealous?” I asked. “All I’ve heard Maegan talk about since she sampled your baked goods is how skilled you are in the kitchen.” Learning Lyric liked to bake as a hobby was surprising but more shocking was that he made some of the best muffins I’d ever had. We not only invaded Memphis’s home on Sunday afternoon, but we also scarfed down half of the homemade muffins Lyric had baked for Memphis even though we’d just crammed our bellies full during brunch at Milo and Andy’s house before setting off to rescue Memphis.
“Kitchenis the key word there, Elijah.”
“I know, Freckles. I love giving you a hard time. I’m going to walk my lady out, and I’ll be right back, fellas.” I placed my hand at the small of Maegan’s back and followed her out to her SUV. “You look beautiful in your white dress. People will see you and think what a lady you are, but I look at that dress and see it pushed up around your waist while I’m on my knees licking your pussy and sucking your clit until you come for me.”
“You’re evil,” she whispered. “Deliciously evil.”
“I’ve been planning my revenge fuck ever since you pulled that stunt in the bathroom.”
“Yeah? Is she someone I know?”
“Huh?”
“Elijah, a revenge fuck is when you go out and fuck someone else to get even with a person who hurt you. People don’t commonly use that term when having sex with their partner. I want to know whose ass I will be kicking after you exact your revenge.” God, how I loved my blood-thirsty Freckles.
I backed her up until she was pinned between me and her SUV. “Well, from now on revenge fuck has a new definition for us. It means I will get even every time you taunt and tease and leave me hard.”
“Okay,” she said casually, but the soft tremble in her lips showed she wasn’t unaffected by me. I placed my hands on her bare shoulders and felt her skin pebble beneath my touch. If I looked, her nipples would be furled into hard buds.
Maegan was expecting me to continue my sexual onslaught, so I switched it up on her by brushing my nose along hers and planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. “I love you so fucking much, Freckles. There will never come a day when I will want anyone other than you.”
She promptly burst into tears. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said when I took a half step back in shock. “It wasn’t what you said or did that made me cry. I love you too, Elijah. More than I ever knew I could.”
“Then why the sad tears?” Don’t ask me how I knew they were sad instead of happy; I just did.
“Lyric confirmed the ghost is Anthony,” she said after a few minutes. “He also learned Anthony was the one who was locked in the attic. Elijah, if he died here, then Anthony never made it to San Francisco to be with Wallace.”
“Freckles, we don’t know they were actually lovers. Let’s try not to be upset about facts we don’t know are true.”
