I nod against his chest. “Yeah, I just… I’m a little nervous about today.”
“It’s not the first time Wendy has introduced you to a partner.”
“No,” I agree. “But this time is different. I can tell. The way she talks about her…”
Oakley hums. “You think it’ll stick.”
“I do. And I’m glad,” I put in quickly. “If she makes Wendy happy, of course I am. But when the hell did my little girl grow up, Oak? She’s twenty-eight now, living on her own and paying her bills, and pretty soon she might be having kids of her own. I’m gonna be a goddamn grandpa.”
Oakley’s muffled laughter has me swatting his side.
“Stop. This is serious.”
“Of course,” he says, trying to keep his voice even. “Very serious, these hypothetical grandkids.”
“You’re sassing me.”
“What? Nooo. How about this? I’ll pick out a crib while you—”
Oakley squawks when I dig my fingers into his ribs.
“Mercy,” he shouts, his twisting subsiding when I quit my torture. He heaves out a breath. “It’ll be okay, Law. Whatever comes down the road.”
“I know. I just worry.”
“Mhm.” He squeezes me in his arms, a soft sigh leaving his lungs. “Should we get ready?”
“Hold on. What about your sword?”
He snorts. “Happy to sheathe it.”
I shake my head, turning my face into his neck and placing a kiss there. “Fuck my fist?”
His groan is low. “And you?”
“Maybe later,” I tell him, slipping my hand down beneath his boxer briefs, curling around the morning wood that springs further to life at my touch. “Show me how good I make you feel, Oak?”
“Fuck, princess,” the man rasps, rolling his hips into my grip as I twist and stroke. “You make me feel like no one ever has.”
I run my lips over his neck, pressing kisses, breathing him in. “Yeah? And how’s that?”
“Safe. Loved. Wanted.”
“Always,” I tell him earnestly. Because I understand what he means.
It’s not just about sex. Intimacy is far more than that. Wanting a person can mean so much more than that.
And the way I want Oakley?
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s unique to him. To me and him.
I slip my lips to Oakley’s ear, my hand pumping him as he swells in my grip. “C’mon, cowboy. Make a mess of your husband.”
That does it. Oakley spills over my fist, his groan a familiar song, the feel of his cock emptying as mesmerizing to me as it always is, whether it’s him spilling into my hand or my ass. I wring him lightly until he falls lax, his breathing slowing. I run my fingers along his softening cock until Oakley presses a kiss to my hair.
“Now we really need to shower,” he murmurs, his arm still around me tight.
I nod. “Time to meet the girlfriend.”
