There’s so much pride in her as she watches Misty devour her treats, and it’s captivating. I see it. Why she practically shoved those donuts down my throat when we first met. This is how she shows her love.
“We have something for you, Phoebe,” Bernie says, running from the room.
“For me?” she asks, looking around. “What is it?”
Bernie runs back out with her hands behind her back. “Okay, you have to close your eyes and hold out your hands.”
There’s no trepidation as Phoebe does as directed. She has no reason to trust as freely as she does, but she chooses good. My girl chooses good.
We all slip bracelets onto her arms, her brows furrowing as we take turns with Zep putting Misty’s on for her.
“Okay, open them!”
Her eyes pop open, and she stares at her wrists. “Bracelets?”
“Friendship bracelets. We all made you one. Even Zep and Pacino. And Mom and I have matching ones to wear,” Bernie says.
Tears well in her eyes as her lip trembles, and she stares down at her arms. “You made me friendship bracelets?”
“Bernie told us about your story with that horrible girl who won’t even be named,” Misty says, wiping her eyes. “Not having you as her friend is her loss.”
She twists the beads of the jewelry as tears fall. “Thank you, guys,” she whispers.
“We’re friends forever now, see?” Bernie says, hugging Phoebe.
“We sure are,” she says, her voice cracking. “I can’t believe you guys did this. Especially the boys.”
“Like we were going to be left out,” Zep scoffs. “But seriously, think about the proposal.”
I punch him, knocking him to the side, and Phoebe laughs. “I think I’ll stick with what I have, but it’s nice to know I have options.”
“Hey!” I cry out. But this is the moment I know it. I’m going to marry Phoebe Phelps.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Phoebe
“Fuck, baby. That’s it. Ride me,” Tucker moans as I brace my hands on his chest and grind my hips against him.
He palms my chest and tugs at my nipples as I move faster on top of him, my orgasm just on the brink. So close.
Between the bakery and helping out at Perk Up Café, we haven’t had as much time together as we normally do, but Sarah’s working alone today, and the café’s taken care of. I have the day off to spend with Tucker.
It was a late night with little sleep, and I woke up to Tucker’s mouth between my legs. I’m a morning person, but damn if this isn’t the best way to wake up in the morning.
“Yes!” I cry out, my body clenching tightly around him as I fall forward onto his chest.
Our chests stick together from the sweat beading on mine, but neither of us care. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly against him, as he takes over and thrusts hard and fast into me. His mouth finds my neck, and he grunts and groans as he works himself to his own orgasm.
I’m spent and thankful for the break. Exercise has never been my thing, but with how frequently we come together, I’m going to have to do something to help build up my stamina in general. It’s the only way I’ll be able to keep up withhim.
Which isn’t really the worst problem to have.My boyfriend wants me so much that I get sore and tired from all the lovemaking. Poor me!
I kiss his shoulder, and I take a chance and nibble slightly. He growls in appreciation and squeezes my ass while he continues to pound into me.
“I think we should spend all day in bed,” he grunts. “Fuck all day long.”
“I won’t be able to walk if we did,” I say, a moan escaping me.
