She opened for me as she had so many times before. She was right, though—this time was different. Her scent was as heady as ever, but that intoxication was grounded in love. In affection. In a caring I hadn’t known I was capable of.
I spread her lips and nipped at her clit. To my infinite pleasure, she writhed.Oh yeah, this’ll be easy tonight.I was big on edging and climax denial—but I always gave in eventually. She was just that responsive. That hard to withhold anything from.
As I licked her juices and continued my attention to her clit, I slid two fingers inside. I gave a little twist of the wrist, and I found her sweet spot.
“Jesus, Taryn. I’m coming.”
I hummed my pleasure, all the while keeping up my assault on her senses.
Her thighs tightened, her body went rigid, and she let out a gasp of pleasure. Then she came.
I continued to nuzzle her as the waves of pleasure overtook her. My pussy felt neglected, but I had no complaints. Unless I waylaid her, she always returned the favor.
Eventually, I crawled up her body and gave her a carnal kiss—thrusting my tongue into her mouth.
She grasped my hair and tugged.
I laughed. Then I pulled her into my arms.
Much later she returned the favor.
Our new lives had begun.
Chapter Six
Stephanie
“Okay…best honeymoon ever.” I curled against Taryn as the plane flew us back over the Pacific Ocean.
“Well, the weather could’ve been a bit more cooperative.”
I poked her ribs. “You go out in freezing temperatures to jump-start cars and trucks. You work in wintery conditions to pull people out of snowbanks. You—”
She pressed a finger to my lips. “Please don’t remind me. Winter is months away, and I don’t want to psych myself up too far in advance.” She feathered a hand through my hair. “I just meant Sydney is supposed to be beautiful this time of year, and that spate of rain wasn’t great.”
“Yes, but Sam tailored our tour, so we did more indoor stuff and didn’t get nearly as wet.”
Dean, a guy Taryn had met when she rescued his work pickup truck, had struck up a friendship with my wife.
Oh…wife…I liked the sound of that.
In the end, we’d had Dean and his partner Adam over for dinner. Dean, the consummate Aussie, had regaled us withstories of the land down under—including talking about his mate Sam’s queer-friendly tours of Sydney and the surrounding area.
Naturally, when we mentioned Australia was on our bucket list, Dean made a phone call and got us thefriends and familydiscount with Sam.
Oh God, we’d had a blast. Five other couples from around the world had joined us, and man, I had no idea how many gay-friendly places were around Sydney. We’d eaten a lot, drunk a fair amount, and made so many new friends.
We’d also met Sam’s husband, Levi—an American transplant from Seattle. They’d invited us to their lovely Sydney home to meet their rescue pets.
I’d never had so much fun.
Well, except when Cooper was in his playful mode.
Which reminded me…hadn’t Sam said something about him and Levi visiting now winter was upon them in Australia? We’d exchanged emails and phone numbers, so I certainly hoped we could all gather. Perhaps at Adam and Dean’s house—since they lived in a castle. Well, not a true castle. Just a replica, hidden in the hills north of Mission City.
“What are you thinking?” Taryn pressed a finger to my frown line.
“Just that if Sam and Levi come to visit Dean and Adam that we should see if they’d mind if we invited my brother. Only…we’d need to coax him into bringing a date.”
