We’ll have them whenever we want, you obsessive pain in the ass.
And there’s no we.
Bobby suddenly rises from the table slowly, holding my gaze as he does before turning to walk toward the lobby.
Alan glares up at him, still talking, when Bobby begins striding away.
But not before stealing one more lingering glance at me before disappearing out of the dining room.
There’s my rebellious husband.
“A boy first,” I hear Marcia say. “Of course. At least two.”
“Three,” Catherine retorts. “Then, if a girl comes, that’s always welcome.”
“Makes the family stronger. I think that’s a wonderful idea.”
“Alan can’t wait to teach them everything he knows.”
Oh, God no.
Placing my napkin on the table, I quietly move my chair to stand. “Ladies, will you excuse me for a moment?”
“Of course,” Marcia chimes in as if she can’t wait to get rid of me and ask Catherine how she really feels about my marrying Bobby. “Hurry back.”
Not on your life.
As casually as I can, I move for the lobby, knowing a silentfollow mefrom Bobby like the back of my hand.
We’ve snuck out of dozens of events together.
I can’t see this being any different.
Except, we can’t really leave because it’sourrehearsal dinner that’s torturously playing out.
Inside the beautifully decorated foyer of the five-star hotel we’re at, Bobby is nowhere to be seen.
I take in the floor-to-ceiling Christmas trees decorated in all white lights and ornaments, but not my husband dressed in all black again.
“What’s my quota of ripping dresses?” a deep and familiar voice asks from behind me, sending a little shiver running up my spine. “I love everything about this one that hugs your ass and curves, Daydream, but I need your pussy like I need my father to disappear.”
Figured it was that bad.
The whole wedding rehearsal was Bobby staring at his father like he was the biggest piece of shit that ever walked the face of the Earth. I’ve never seen him bore daggers in his father’s skull so many times in one hour. Something really must be ready to explode between the two of them today.
“Depends,” I mutter. “Are you going to make it worth my while?”
A hard chest presses into my spine, and I inhale cedar with an infusion of vanilla, which is something newer to my senses. “Then some.”
I smile and begin to turn around, but Bobby’s arm wraps around my middle and pulls me flush against his firm chest. His hard cock presses possessively into my ass as his thick fingers splay against my stomach from behind.
Fuck.
“Then, since you’re my husband, I think it’s only right you get special privileges.”
“Even if I were your mailman, Daydream, you’d still be mine. And I’d getallthe fucking special privileges.”
I chuckle lightly, rotating around to face him and threading my fingers between his dress shirt and suit jacket, feeling all his hard muscles along the way. “You seem like you’re having fun over there.”
