I dart a glance at his face and find him fighting a smile.
“What?”
“Giving me that look that says you want to eat me.”
I make a noise of amusement. “I think you mean,” I say blandly, “like I want to eat youagain.”
Ames darts a glance at me, and as I hold his gaze, I swipe a thumb over the corner of my mouth deliberately.
Ames’s tanned cheeks flush pink as he looks away. “Robert, I love you so much. You know I do. But…” His voice sounds strangled.
“I know you do, baby. And I appreciate you saying so. Just like I appreciated you yelling it an hour ago, while you were riding my cock.”
“That’s…” He clears his throat. “May I remind you that this is howthe incidentstarted two Saturdays ago?” he demands.
I tug him closer so we’re facing each other with our hands clasped between us and murmur in his ear, “Remind me again?”
Ames’s glare is more heated than angry. “I think you remember.”
“Do I? Hmm. All I recall is that I happened to come help you do prep for the Saturday dinner rush—a thing I’ve done for years,” I say mildly. “You were wearing these very jeans.” I grasp his belt loop with one finger. “I remember that too.Lovethese jeans, by the way?—”
“Robert,” he warns again, but his lips are twitching, and his eyes are dancing with amusement and arousal.
“—and I remember I justhappenedto remind you that I knew what you were wearing under these jeans, since I’d watched you get dressed that morning.” I blink at him. “The rest is kind of a blur.”
He laughs out loud. “Oh, is it? Maybe you should askRoccofor the details since he nearly walked in and found you on your knees?—”
“Onlynearly.” I grin, unrepentant. “The kitchen door stayed firmly closed, and he had no idea what was happening. Though if hehad, I think it might’ve answered any questions he had about why I created a Tapper account last month and then deactivated it immediately.”
“I think he got the gist pretty quickly after that, since you announced to Perky that you were bisexual right in the middle of Watchfire.”
“Or when you followed up my statement with, ‘And we’re together, Perky. Robbie and me.Permanently.’” I do my best impersonation of Ames’s defiant tone.
Ames squares his shoulders. “Well, we are. So…”
“So,” I agree.
I’ve told Ames before that his possessiveness is a turn-on. I’m not sure he realizes how much or how badly I’d like to show him.Right now.
Or maybe he does get it because his eyes heat and his fingers clench on mine.
“You have to be at the Touch-a-Truck thing in thirty minutes,” he reminds me breathlessly.
“And your shift at Watchfire starts in an hour. But later, when we get home?—”
“Yeah?” Ames’s voice drops lower. “What about when we get home?”
“I have ideas.” I spot an alley between two rows of vendor booths and tug him toward it. “For example?—”
“Boys! Ames! Robbie! Hey, there!”
Our eyes meet, and I swear Ames sighs a little, but he turns so we can greet his parents with a smile. “Hey— Mom, what the heck did you buy?”
Vivian is hauling an enormous birdhouse that appears to be made of balsa wood. Grant’s trailing behind her, carrying an enormous canvas bag on his shoulder that must be filled with the entire contents of the craft fair. He’s also eating a funnel cake, dusting his entire shirt with powdered sugar in the process.
“Oh, just this and that. Decorations for the Abigail, mostly, since True pointed out a few local artists that did good work. And theremaaaybe one or two things for your house, since Robbie’s birthday’s coming up.”
She gives me a look that’s more than happy; it’ssatisfied. Like me and Ames being together wasn’t just a dream come true for the two of us.
