“Archer. Oh my god, please don’t stop.”
Epilogue
Archer
“Youknowwhatwouldbe amazing right about now? Some of that pie we had last year. Remember? It was that pie you brought Charlie for Christmas.” Phoebe is looking over the room service menu, trying to decide what to order. “Oooh, or some of that curry you brought over for lunch that one day. Remember that?”
After fulfilling my promise to make her scream my name, and her laying on the bed near-comatose for a good half hour after that, she jumped up, slipped on my shirt, and dug the room service menu out the drawer. For the last twenty minutes, she has been asking my opinion on the menu and reminiscing about the food we’ve shared in the past. If she doesn’t decide soon, the kitchen will close. And given her current interest in foods that aren’t listed on the menu, I think that’s likely to happen.
And I know for a fact if I don’t get some food in her soon, she won’t be in any shape to hear the speech I’ve been planning almost since the moment she walked back into my life after last year’s Fade Toys Christmas party. Her stomach growls loudly, forcing me into action.
With a sigh, I roll out of bed. Phoebe quirks an eyebrow and licks her lips, clearly appreciating my nakedness, which my dick likes a little too much. I don’t have time to explore that right now, not if I’m going to get her any of the dishes she’s craving.
“Eyes to yourself, sweetheart.” I grab my boxers from the floor and slip them on. “I’ll go out and get us something to eat. Why don’t you relax for a bit until I get back?” I pull on my Santa pants and the shirt I was wearing before I changed into my costume. “It’s been a long day.”
I take her into my arms and kiss her neck, inhaling the salty scent of her skin. God, I don’t think I could love this woman any more than I do right now. My heart has never felt this full.
“Yeah. That sounds good. Maybe I’ll take advantage of that jacuzzi tub I saw in the bathroom. It might be nice to have a bath without Lincoln and Cooper busting in to drop their toys in the water.”
A few months ago, we finally moved into our house at the lake. We took a page from one of the Sleeping Dogs guys and had our realtor knock on doors until we found someone willing to sell. The first weekend after we moved in, we adopted Cooper from the animal shelter and it’s been nothing but chaos ever since.
“Not to mention, there’s zero risk of Cooper deciding to share your bath with you. Who knew golden retrievers loved water that much? The videos online make it seem like dirty puddles are more their thing.”
Phoebe laughs. “Don’t underestimate Cooper’s love for dirty puddles. The last time he jumped in my bath was after he’d been rolling around in that hole he keeps digging in the yard. I needed an extra long shower to get all the mud off me after that one.”
“No matter what I do to fill that darn thing, he’s right back out there digging it up again the next time it rains.” I shake my head. “I think it might be time to bust out the concrete. Okay, it’s settled. You have a relaxing bath while I track down something for us to eat.”
Eric
Well. Did you ask her?
Archer
Not yet. I’m out on a food run. She wanted a variety of very specific food items that the hotel didn’t have.
Eric
Interesting. You must be terrible in bed if she’s thinking about food right now. Didn’t you pack any toys? You own a sex toy factory. That’s pretty much an unlimited arsenal.
You should have brought the Christmas trees from your mantle.
Too soon? LOL
After the Christmas tree butt plug fiasco of last Christmas, I wasn’t sure what Phoebe would want to do with the toys this year. I wasn’t even sure she had kept them, to be honest. I thought maybe she’d been too embarrassed to want them around and had thrown them out instead of packing them up at the end of the holiday season. I’m sure you can imagine my surprise when she unpacked them and placed them on the mantle in our new house when we were decorating this year.
But that doesn’t mean I want my asshole best friend teasing her about it.
Archer
Shut up. Asshole.
Eric
LOL
Let me know when you finally ask. I don’t want to send a congratulations text until we know she’s said yes. There’s a still a chance she’ll come to her senses.
Archer
