27
FOLLOWING OUR BATH, we cozy up on the sofa in front of the fireplace with a warm plush throw, and watchBridesmaidswith drinks and a bowl of popcorn we’ve popped in the microwave in the little kitchenette. “This place has thought of everything,” I say as I snuggle into him. “I love it.”
“Yep… you did good, Freckles.”
This takes me back to years ago, when we used to watch movies with popcorn on Momma’s ugly sofa, the very same one she still has today. That seems like a lifetime ago now.
“I love this part,” I tell him. It’s the scene with the giant cookie, when Annie completely loses it, yet again. I laugh so hard, I cry.
“I’ve missed your laugh,” Blake says softly. “It’s the thing I missed the most when you left.”
Sometimes he makes me want to cry.
He wipes a tear off my cheek. “I love how you cry when you laugh hard.”
“Well, you’re one of the few people who could ever make me laugh that hard.”
“Does Parker make you laugh?” he asks, concern etching his brow. He’s not being jealous, he seems genuinely curious.
“Sometimes,” I tell him. “I don’t want to talk about Peter anymore. This is about us, only us.”
“I’m sorry,” he says. “He’s just always there, at the back of my mind. I can’t help it.”
I take his hand and kiss his knuckles. “Well, he’s not here with us tonight. It’s just us two.”
He holds me tighter and we get back to our movie.
So many scenes in this movie bring me back to my own life; my friends, the yellow bridesmaids’ dresses everyone wore, the bachelorette party at that dive Corrie picked out, my beautiful wedding dress, and finally, how devastated I felt when I realized Peter wasn’t coming.
I fall asleep in Blake’s arms, missing the end of the movie. This is no big deal since I’ve already seen it at least three times. Blake carries me to bed, and the last thing I remember before falling into slumber is him kissing me on the forehead. “Goodnight, Freckles.”
* * *
The room isbright when I wake. Blake is pressed against my back, he’s so warm. I check the clock. Crap… It’s already eight forty-five. Breakfast is at nine o’clock.
“Good morning,” Blake whispers in my ear. His voice is playful and his hands are already busy. I smile because I know exactly what he wants.
“We only have fifteen minutes,” I tell him. “Breakfast is at nine.”
“Plenty of time,” he says and kisses the back of my neck. “You’re so warm and sexy, and I’m so fucking hard.”
Just a second ago, I wasn’t really into it, I was barely awake. And then… he uttered those two magic words, and turned on my switch.Fucking hard.
He tucks a hand under the band of my pajama shorts, and slides them over my hips. I pull my ass up toward him, wanting him to take me. A hot quickie is just what I need this morning.
He takes off my shorts, pulls my sleep shirt over my head and trails butterfly kisses down my back, all the way down to my ass.
In no time, he’s inside me and we go at it again. As he pounds into me, the bed clangs against the wall. One hand wrapped around the bed post, and the other pressed against the mattress, I try to steady the bed. I don’t want Sarah or her husband to hear us. Blake seems unconcerned – he’s really giving it to me and I’m not complaining. He feels so damn good – I never want him to stop. As we both get closer, I abandon the bed post and let myself sink into one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. How am I going to give this up? I can’t give myself this. Neither can my vibrator. And neither can Peter.
Fuck.
I’m mortifiedas we head downstairs for breakfast. I’m convinced that Sarah and her husband have heard us. We’d been so quiet the night before, but this morning…
A blush washes over my cheeks as we walk into the dining room. The table is set beautifully with English style white and royal blue dishware, and pretty white candles.
“Good morning,” Sarah cheers, all smiles. She’s wearing a checkered apron, and seems very busy getting everything together. You can tell that she really loves cooking and entertaining. “Please make yourselves comfortable at the table.”
As I near the table, Blake pulls out a chair for me, and presses his mouth to my ear. “I’m sure they hear couples fucking all the time,” he whispers. “And we’re married, remember?” He winks at me again and I smile. He takes a seat across from me.
