“Webb Sunday,” John supplied. “The guy with that wholebugledrama.”
“Yes, right! And oh, God, you’re not gonnabelievehow that story turned out. But he was also with their other brother Porter, who’s going to be a senior at Hannabury?—”
“Small world.”
“Seriously. And theirother-otherbrother Reed, who’s home for a quick vacation from DC?—”
“Jesus Christ. How many Sunday brothers are there?”
“So many,” I said gleefully, because each one was cuter and lumberjackier than the last, and while there would neverbe anyone for me but John, a man couldlook. “Then Gage came in withhisbrothers?—”
“No shit! The Goodmans came up from Florida?”
“From Whispering Key,” I confirmed. “Gage’s two brothers, their partners, his cousin andhispartner, his dad and stepmom, and some guy who kept offering to score me some pheromone supplements—whatever those are—are all up here for a visit.” I bit my lip apologetically. “I was so caught up in the excitement that I mayyyy have accepted an invitation for all of us to attend a cookout tonight with all of them over at the orchard after we get moved in. And, um, I may also have indicated a willingness to consider a puppy from his dog’s latest litter?”
“Did you now?” He laughed out loud. “So,definitelynot bored while I was gone, then.”
I shook my head. “Not even remotely bored.”
John sighed and withdrew his hands from my shorts. “So, we won’t be christening the couch in our new home just yet, is what you’re telling me.”
Considering Fern was just outside, we wouldn’t be doing that for a couple more nights, but I didn’t remind him of this.
“I’m afraid so, yes. But, hey, we waited a wholeyearto have sex, right? We’re delayed-gratification experts, aren’t we?”
John’s lips pursed. “You know, we already skipped Netflix Night this week.”
“I know.” I grimaced. And it had been awful, because cuddling John was maybe the one sport I could gold medal in. “I really missed that.”
“Same. And now we’re missing Karaoke Saturday.” He took my hand and led me down the hall toward the front door.
“Yeah,” I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “That’s true. I—oof. John, this is our coat closet!”
“So perceptive,” he agreed. “I’m feeling a distinct lack ofTeagan in my life, husband. So may I introduce you to the concept of Coat Closet Blowjob Afternoons?”
“I… what?”
“My husband taught me that anything can be a holiday if you give it a fancy name.” He grinned as he shut the door, enclosing us in the darkness. “Should I explain how we celebrate this holiday? It’s like delayed gratification, but with way more orgasms. And we still have a year’s worth to make up for.”
I sputtered out a laugh. “Oh my God, I’ve created a monster. Fern is…”
“Very used to walking away and complaining loudly when she hears you moaning?” John suggested, mouthing his way down my neck. “Yes, she is.”
“She… she really is,” I sighed, giving in as his hands found their way to my ass once again.
“You know, I once had a very quiet life,” John groaned as I reached for his belt buckle.
“Uh-huh. And then you met me, and it became exponentially louder?” I teased.
“Then I met you,” he agreed. “And it became exponentially more fun. Love you, baby.”
Fuck, I loved him, too.
“So pick one, Teagan Donahue. You wanna get on your knees for me, or want me on mine for you?”
“Both,” I said without hesitation. Because the best part of being in love with my best friend was that I didn’t have to pick at all.
