“I’m sure between her and Lincoln, I would have ended up there sooner or later.”
“I just mean, the odds of us being there at the same time?—”
“I know,” he said, taking my hand to his mouth and kissing my knuckles. “I think about it a lot too. And while I don’t think Asha deserves flowers over it, she would probably disagree.”
I grinned at Smith and made a mental note to shower his closest female friend with all the affection she would allow. The past months had been a steady stream of opening my life to the people Smith held in his heart, and I was better for all of them. He was a force himself, but with Lincoln and Asha and the rest of Smith’s brothers, I’d found myself catapulted into a kind of love I didn’t want to ever walk away from. Damon had happily accepted all of the affection by proxy, and Toren had even tentatively allowed some of the Covington kindness into his life. It was good to have him back, even if things were still slow going in the road to repairing our relationship.
I still thought about Ev often. Daily, maybe, but not in the heavy way it had been before. The grief over the loss of my husband wasn’t something that would ever go away, but there was more room in my life now, ever expanding because of the patient and kind way Smith loved me.
The drive to the cabin passed quickly, with those thoughts in my brain and Smith’s offkey car karaoke rattling around in my ears. I pulled into the long gravel driveway just before four in the afternoon, then cut the engine and shouldered open the door.
“In a hurry?” Smith teased, climbing out the passenger side and wandering toward the front door. He left me to get the bags, which I appreciated.
“The code for the door is fourteen ten,” I called after him.
He waved me off and let himself inside, leaving the door hanging open for my arrival. We’d each only brought one bag, though mine was packed with far more than clothes and weighed nearly twice what Smith’s bag weighed. I carried them both into the cabin, leaving them by the couch before toeing off my sneakers and kicking them alongside Smith’s already discarded shoes.
“Where did you run off to?”
“In here!”
I followed the sound of Smith’s voice into one of the bedrooms, which judging by the king size bed in the middle of it, I took it to be the primary. Smith had already stripped out of his clothes and climbed onto the bed, hands and knees in the comforter, ass in the air.
“There’s a hot tub,” he said over his shoulder, before reaching between his legs and taking his cock into his hand.
I rested my shoulder against the doorframe and folded my arms in front of my chest as he started to touch himself.
“I have a number in mind for you tonight, and anything you do right now won’t count toward it,” I warned.
He gave himself one more stroke before flinging himself onto his back and covering his eyes with his forearm.
“I’ve been waiting months for this trip,” he whined.
I nodded, apologetically. “Sorry about your promotion and your busy work schedule and all those brothers who want so much of your time.”
He sat up, rolling his eyes at me. “You’re the one who works Saturdays.”
Smith was adorable when he was insufferable.
I jerked my chin toward the sliding glass door on the far wall. It led to a wraparound porch and I knew from the listing there was a bubbling hot tub just on the other side of the glass.
“Go soak,” I told him. “Touch yourself if you want, but if you come, I’ll know.”
“I liked it better when we first started dating,” he complained, already on his way to the door. “When you never told me no.”
A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth, but I didn’t say anything back to him as I watched him go. I did curse under my breath when he made a show of climbing into the tub, making sure I could see his heavy balls and his hard cock swinging between his legs. I waited until his body disappeared underthe bubbles and his eyes closed, head dropped back against the ledge.
Things had changed between us over the past six months, but we were still the same people at our core. We’d never had penetrative sex… well, that wasn’t true. I’d penetrated Smith plenty of times, just never with my cock and he’d never asked me to do it. I got hard enough for it sometimes, but I had never found myself at a loss for how to pleasure him and it didn’t seem to be something either of us thought much about.
Smith enjoyed taking my fist too much to worry about my cock anyway. And that was another thing I loved about him.
He was absolutely a greedy, spoiled, youngest son who wasn’t used to being told no. Which was why I so much enjoyed telling him no. He liked it too, secretly. I’d noticed the way his dick leaked when he didn’t get his way.
Once I was sure Smith had settled in the hot tub, I went back for the bags. I brought them to the bedroom, unpacked our clothes into the closet, and dumped my toys into the nightstand. I left some other supplies in the bathroom. I wanted to try something new with him, one thing on a list of many, but I had promised Smith the rough play he wanted the most. I’d gone back and forth for weeks about it, ever since I’d booked the cabin, about how best to give him what he wanted, considering my dick was the least reliable tool between us.
I hoped he’d be pleased with the ideas I planned to execute. I knew I certainly was.
After unpacking, I sat down on the couch and relaxed myself, waiting for Smith to tire of the hot tub. He lasted half an hour before he came in search of me, naked and dripping wet.
