But we didn’t care.
Almost like we didn’t want the night to end.
When we finally got home well after midnight, we found Meatball still sleeping on the bed, just where we’d left him.
“I’m going to get him outside real quick,” I said.
“Let’s both go. We could even jump in the lake again.” She followed me outside.
“Baby, you were freezing last night after we jumped in.”
She shrugged. “I don’t want the night to end.”
“Then the night doesn’t have to end. But you don’t have to jump in the lake to keep me awake.” I chuckled. “I’m all yours.”
She nodded and said she’d go get ready for bed. I quickly got a fire going before I took the dog outside, which took all of three minutes because he’d barely stepped onto the grass before he lifted his leg and then wandered back inside to his dog bed.
I decided to let him sleep there because he was happy, and I couldn’t wait to get to my girl.
I stepped into the bedroom. The firelight danced in the background, and all the lights were off. Gracie was sitting on the bed, propped up on her elbows, completely naked.
“What took you so long?” she asked, her voice teasing.
I tore my shirt over my head and kicked off my boots before shoving my jeans and briefs down as quickly as possible. “If I knew you were in here waiting for me like this, I would have let Meatball pee in the house.”
Her head tipped back with laughter. “Last time together for a while, Bear.”
“So, let’s make it count.” My voice was gruff as I leaned down and kissed her.
I wanted to savor every last second with her.
I made my way down her body, kissing every inch.
If this was our last night together, I was going to make sure she remembered it.
thirty
. . .
Gracie
Even though myheart was breaking, I couldn’t help but smile when my alarm went off, and I realized I was sleeping between Cutler and Meatball. We knew it was our last night together and had stayed up most of the night, falling asleep about an hour ago.
I didn’t care.
I could sleep on the flight.
We’d had sex three times, taking advantage of every last moment.
“You up?” Cutler’s voice was sleepy and gruff, and I sat up and rubbed my eyes.
“I’m up. But we have a visitor.” I crawled down to the end of the bed, and Cutler chuckled when he realized Meatball was with us.
“Come on, buddy. Let’s get our girl some coffee before I take her to the airport.”
I got dressed quickly, brushed my hair and teeth, and that was as much as I was willing to do this morning. I tossed the last few things in my suitcase and wheeled it out to the front door, where he’d rolled the other one out last night.
I was a weird mix of completely relaxed from hours of fabulous sex and sick to my stomach about saying goodbye.
