“We could combine them. Gright. Or Wraves.”
It’s my turn to laugh when her cute little nose wrinkles. “Those are horrible names. Definitely not.”
“Okay, okay, you’re right. We could just pick something cool, I guess. What about something badass, like a Greek god’s name or something? Like Poseidon. Griffin and Mira Poseidon.” I don’t actually want to change our last names to something stupid like Poseidon, but I do want to make my wife laugh more. And I definitely succeed. She stares at me with wide eyes fora beat, and then her head tips back and she laughs so loud, it almost hurts my ear.
“No. Absolutely not.”
I shrug. “Yeah, it’s not quite right. But you know whatis?”
“Let me guess. Wright?”
“Bingo.” I lean in and kiss the tip of her nose. She yawns. “But we can figure that all out in the morning. Time for sleep, baby. It’s been a long day, and we’re ring shopping tomorrow. Gonna need our energy.”
“Yeah. Good idea.” My beautiful wife yawns again, and I tug her close enough that she can nestle her face in the crook of my neck, exactly where she belongs. “Night, husband.”
The word lights up every single pleasure center in my brain. “Night, wife.”
Somehow,I untangled myself from Mira’s clinging arms and legs without waking her and, despite the salty scent of bacon mingling with fresh coffee in the kitchen, I’m pretty sure she’s still asleep.
Good. I want to pamper my wife this morning. Breakfast in bed, maybe an orgasm or two, then I’m taking her to the nicest jewelry store I could find. I called, and they were able to fit us in for an appointment later this morning.
It’s surreal. After Maddox said all that shit last night, I never thought this would be how I’d spend the day. But Mira surprised me. Surprised me with semi-public sex in a parking garage—that was definitely a bucket list item—and by telling me she’s ready to reveal our marriage to our friends and family.
In between frying eggs and bacon, I’ve been looking at photos of engagement rings online. I had no idea there were so manystyles and cuts. Mira doesn’t know I’m planning to get her a diamond, and I’m not going to tell her, but I’m planning to watch her like a hawk while we’re there. Women love looking at sparkly jewelry, right? She’s bound to make googly eyes at something, and when she does, I’ll go back another day and buy it.
The thought makes me giddy. Maybe we went about all of this backward, but I’m going to propose to my wife, and I’m going to do it sooner than later.
I want to give her everything. Just spoil her absolutely rotten. Because I’ve never been as happy as I am with Mira.
After piling two plates, silverware, and coffees on a tray, I carefully carry everything into our room where Mira still sleeps, curled up and naked, in our bed. Everything about her is perfect. From the dark tangles of hair that fan out around her head in a messy halo, to the way her lips are always parted—just barely open—when she sleeps. There’s a cluster of freckles on her left shoulder, a few silvery stretch marks adorn her hips and upper thighs from when she must have hit a growth spurt as a teenager, and she’s got the cutest little dimples above her ass cheeks. She’s perfectly imperfect, and I’m going to spend my life learning every single one of those imperfections.
Unable to keep my hands off her any longer, I set the tray of food on my bedside table and crawl toward her on the bed. Her eyelids flutter, but she doesn’t wake, so I lean over her, pressing gentle kisses to her shoulders, her arms, her breasts. Soft little moans slip from her mouth before she’s fully awake and aware, and I decide to ask my wife how she would feel about being awakened by my fingers or my cock in her sweet little pussy one day.
“Rise and shine, baby.” I press a kiss to her belly, then drag my lips to just below her belly button.
Mira sucks in a sharp breath when I drag my tongue down to the top of her mound. “Am I dreaming?”
“I don’t know. Were you dreaming about me kissing all over your perfect body?”
“Mm, no, but I wish I had been.” Green eyes flutter open and focus on me. “Then again, real life kisses are better.”
Her sleepy smile slays me. It’s better than a hit of caffeine, sweeter than the strawberries waiting for us on our plates, and it warms me better than all the coffee in the world ever could. I’m so gone for this woman.
She sniffs as her brain comes back online, and her smile grows when she sees the food and coffee. “Griffin, did you make me breakfast in bed?”
There’s so much pleasure in the question that I vow to make my wife breakfast in bed at least once a month. If something so simple can make her so happy, I’d do it every day just to make her smile.
“Sure did.” I lean two pillows against the headboard for her and give them a pat. “Now, sit your cute, naked ass up so I can feed you.”
“I can’t believe you did this for me.” She pushes herself into a seated position and reclines against the pillows. I hand her a plate and some silverware and decide I’ll need to buy some lap trays if this is going to be a regular occurrence. But Mira doesn’t seem to mind eating with the plate in her lap, so I won’t worry about it this time. “It smells amazing.”
“Good. Eat up.”
I don’t start eating until Mira brings the first forkful of fluffy eggs to her lips. Her eyes flutter closed as she chews and she hums her approval.
“So good.”
Not as good as those sexy little sounds she makes when she’s happy. Damn.
