I know what’s going through his head right now. We’re still working on making sure we’re both okay after that night. I nod and he groans in relief, his gaze moving to watch as he pushes his cum back inside me.
“A spit kink and a breeding kink, huh?” I ask. “Is the spit kink exclusive to coffee, or…” I glance at his dick, delighting in the way it twitches, then raise a curious eyebrow at him.
His breath catches in his throat and fire flashes in his eyes.
“Hmm, good to know. I’ll save that little piece of knowledge for later. But now, we have a bonfire to get to.”
Alex huffs and helps me off the counter. “Tease.”
I grin as I walk past him toward the shower. “You like it when I’m sassy.”
He swats my ass. “I fucking love it.”
Most of thesupportive people in Bean’s life (minus my mom, Alex’s mom, and Haven’s mom, who are hanging out with all the kids too young to drive) spend hours outside, around a huge fire pit, eating marshmallows, drinking beer, and watching Bean occasionally throw something into the flames.
“Same Penis Forever…” She holds up the sash from the bachelorette party. I don’t even know how that thing got here. “So much for that!” And into the fire it goes.
After watching it burn for a few seconds, she glances around, mumbling, “Where are those crotchless panties I bought for the honeymoon?”
Alex groans behind me. I’m sitting between his legs in an oversized chair, leaning against his chest with one of his armswrapped around me. “Jesus, I wish I’d packed my noise-canceling headphones,” he grumbles, taking a drink of his beer.
I snort and shrug a shoulder. “Well, that was just poor planning on your part.”
“Are you saying I should have expected this?”
“This?” I wave my arms out at my best friend, who is tossing a white stiletto into the flames with a wild laugh. “Not this in particular, just… It’s Bean. Expect the unexpected. Always.”
With a chuckle, Alex kisses the shell of my ear and hums in agreement.
Burning shit must be pretty damn therapeutic for Bean because Tuesday, she and Matt drive into town for more stuff. They drag Piper back with them to the resort, claiming we need another dance party before we leave, too.
“Everything that reminds me of that asshole is going in the burn pile. And everything from the stupid pageants I hated being in. Except the crowns. I brought those for us to wear because they’re pretty!” Bean declares when they return.
Like the good friends we are, Haven and I wear tiaras while we sit by the fire for the second night in a row. Alex, being a good dad to Bean and a good boyfriend to me, just sits back and lets us do our thing, wearing the noise-canceling headphones I’m sure he paid an ungodly amount to have delivered within twelve hours. It makes me love him even more.
Chapter 43
Clichés aren’t always bad
Alex
Never in my life have I taken this much time away from work, but I fully plan to do it often in the future. After the busyness of the days leading up to Lizzie’s wedding and the complete insanity that was the actual wedding—or non-wedding—and the days that followed, I think everyone was ready for a break.
I was ready to get Amelia all to myself for more than a few hours. Hawaii might be cliche and overdone as a vacation spot, but it’s been exactly what we’ve needed. Five days here, just the two of us in a house Amelia thinks I rented but I actually bought once I saw just how much she loved it, has been nothing short of heaven. We’re right on the beach and we’ve spent hours in and out of the water. We’ve napped in a hammock in the backyard, eaten at some of the best local restaurants, and soaked in the huge tub.
Of course, we’ve spent a lot of our time here naked and exploring each other.
We’re heading back to New York in a couple of days, but Amelia’s apartment has already been cleared out, and her things have been moved to the penthouse.
“You don’t think taking a week off every quarter is too much?” she asks me, trailing her fingertips along my stomach. A warm breeze flutters the gauzy curtains on the big, open doorway at the back of the house. With the lights out and allthe glass around us, it almost feels like we’re lying outside under the stars but the plush carpet under our naked bodies is a lot softer than the grass.
“No, sunshine, I don’t think it’s too much.”
“Okay, but we can’t do that plus long weekends in Washington monthly.”
“Why the fuck not?” I have one arm wrapped around her with my hand on her hip and the other folded under my head. “I’m the boss. We can do whatever the hell we want to.”
She hitches her leg over mine and laughs that melodious laugh I can’t get enough of. “That you are, Mr. Delgado.”
