Either way, I’m going to like it, and he knows it.
I lean in and kiss him, and he holds me to him, his other hand cupping me under one cheek. I’ve given up on the shorts, and the gang has made an exception in the normal uniform for some leggings and long shirts.
It doesn’t keep any of them from touching me the way they want.
When I start to wriggle in his grip, he flashes a grin at me and traces my cheekbone with his thumb, touch growing so gentle it cracks my heart.
“My pretty little bird.”
“I like it when you pamper me.”
His voice goes rough. “I know. I like it, too.”
I press my hand over his heart before I slip out of his grasp. Grabbing the bar towels, I run them to the washing machine in the back. The scent of the soap still calms the lingering sourness in my stomach.
Hands grip my ass as I bend to shove a load into the dryer. I stand up to be pulled flush against Saint.
“Wife.” His voice is gravel and safety.
“Husband.”
He grins against my ear.
“I thought I told you not to do any heavy lifting.”
“Those are bar towels. They’re not heavy.”
“Agree to disagree.”
I huff, but he turns me, looking down at me with what I now know is love. Affection. Something I’ve been missing for so, so long. I trace the smile lines around his eyes, glad I get to see them a lot more often.
“You’re gonna have to get used to us taking care of you, wife. Being over protective. Hovering. In every bit of your business.”
It doesn’t sound bad to me at all.
“Every bit, huh?” My fingertips draw circles across the broad muscles of his chest, which expand under my touch.
Those hazel eyes burn, and the curve of his mouth is a promise as it descends on mine, pulling out a soft noise from the back of my throat.
The way Saint’s big paws handle me with such care is one hell of a turn on, and when he lifts me to the edge of the washing machine, I’m ready for a little impropriety.
“How about we turn this on and take it for a ride?” The suggestive tone to his words sprouts heat across my cheeks and neck.
Hands smooth up my sides, bracing me, caressing me. It’s soft and sensual and not the overwhelming rush I’m used to with him. It keeps me in the moment, locked on his gaze. I brush my fingers over his chin, almost scratching his beard.
Saint practically purrs at me, but his wicked smile sends a jolt of adrenaline through me. “I see I’m not the only one with thoughts of you—and this—on my brain.”
My eyes round, and I arch to peer over his shoulder. Sin leans against the wall opposite, gaze tracing Saint’s hand as it sends a wave of heat from my knee to thigh. The slow grin he gives me has me biting my lip.
My hands curl into Saint’s shoulders as he dips his head to spread kisses along my shoulder and the side of my neck. A shiver drives down my back, making it arch and press my sensitive breasts against Saint’s chest. His murmur of approval pools heat in my middle.
More movement pulls me back to the room, and Doc is quietly closing the door. Turning, his dark eyes take me in instantly.
A new flash of arousal hits me, knowing I’m about to be surrounded with so much attention and affection. That whenever they have me like this, I become the most cherished woman in the world.
It’s an absolute pleasure to be the center of their focus.
Doc lifts both brows at me suggestively, and I giggle, giving him a smile now.Yes, you can still have me in the shower after this.It’s an easy promise to relay as he settles in to watch my husband have his way with me first.
