“He might hear anyway.”
“I know, but hopefully not the minute his plane touches down in paradise. Because the second he hears, you know what he’ll do. Let’s try to give it a couple of days at least.”
“Fine by me.”
“When you decide which guys are going to Boston, ‘Vil, send them.”
“How big is the problem? I can put Raven and the baby in the castle with you and go to Boston myself. It’s his family. There is no room for error, especially if we’re not telling him.”
“I know. But they’re not alone. I’ve been in touch with the Callahan brothers. The younger one’s already in Trick’s mom’s living room havin’ an Irish coffee and waiting on C Crue to roll in.”
“Yeah, that’s all right, but I may still go myself.”
“Easiest would be to bring them to Coynston. Here, no one gets in or out without our knowing about it.”
“Let’s do that.”
“If we force them to come here, I’ll have to tell Trick.”
“So tell him.”
I chuckle. “You don’t care if you fuck up his honeymoon, huh?”
“Not really.”
I laugh. “Is that bitterness, ‘Vil? You know you could’ve taken a honeymoon yourself if you’d wanted to.”
“Like you said, I could’ve taken one if I wanted to.”
“Good enough. Listen, Zoe needs a couple hours of my time. If something can’t wait, I’m available. Otherwise I’ll take some silence.”
“Sure.”
I end the call and head up the grand staircase.
When I reach the bedroom, I find she’s done with her soak and has put on the chestnut-scented body butter that makes her skin softer than the satin nightgown she’s wearing. I shed my clothes and crawl into bed with her.
She exhales through parted plum-colored lips that quiver the slightest bit. “I need you.”
If there’s a better aphrodisiac than that, I haven’t had it. “I’m here, baby.”
I bring our bodies together without hesitation, sliding into the warm silky clutch of her pussy. Her arms and legs wrap around me, fusing us together. My movements are slow and measured. She answers them and kisses me hard.
“The way you feel inside me,” she whispers, “is why I can’t be gay.”
That strikes a chord I didn’t know needed strumming. No one gets to me the way she can, and I let my body tell her that.
The rhythm isn’t rushed. Whatever she needs, she’s going to have from me.
Her emotional urgency eases as the physical one builds. Her moan is music to my ears.
“C, can I be on top for a little bit?”
I slide an arm under her and roll us over, so I’m on my back. She straightens, and I watch her move, admiring the long lines of her muscles and her bouncing breasts.
I groan. Her body doesn’t fuck my cock as much as dance with it. The grind of her pelvis, the slide of her hips, every movement brings us closer.
She bites her bottom lip and arches her back. I feel her spasm around me.
