Page 244 of A Song for You

Brown Eyes Baby by Keith Urban

Knowing the importance of family to Cat, I arranged our birthday dinner at a hibachi restaurant with the intention of including her brothers, my brothers, Sophie’s family, Cynthia, and, of course, Chloe. While the rest of the world can’t know that I’m Chloe’s dad, the people attending the party all have the right to know. I was hoping that honoring their family tradition of always spending birthdays at a hibachi restaurant would garner affection from her brothers.

If not affection, then at least not downright hostility. As of last night, we’re family, and I’ll be damned if my wife loses her brothers due to our marriage.

“Morning, husband,” Cat coos, running gentle circles against the tattoos on my chest.

Fuck, I love hearing her call me that.

“Happy birthday, wife.” Tipping her chin up in my direction, I kiss my bride.

She hums as I pull back. “Happy birthday, baby. I could get used to waking up like this.”

Tickling her side, I roll on top of her. “You should get used to waking up like this,” I growl. Then I slide down her body and settle myself between her legs.

“Oh yeah, okay, that works too,” she says on a gasp as I lap at her pussy.

When her phone rings beside her, she groans and huffs at the display. The call is coming from her brother’s office.

“Pick it up,” I murmur into her flesh. “Like old times.”

She swats at my head and grasps my hair to guide me where she wants me.

But I pull back and watch her with a smirk. “Want to play a little game, wife?”

She grunts. “It already went to voice mail.”

The second the words are out of her mouth, it rings again, and I can’t hold back a guffaw.

She rolls her eyes and picks it up, smiling at the display this time. “Go on now,” she whispers, bucking her hips into me.

I chuckle as I settle back between her thighs. I fucking love the taste of her. The feel of her legs wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer. The way she grips my hair when I hit her in a spot she doesn’t want me to leave.

“Hey, Soph,” Cat says when she hits the speaker phone icon, still maintaining her cool.

Determined to throw her off, I thrust two fingers inside her, pumping in and out quickly.

“Happy birthday, gorgeous! How was your wedding night? Is our sweet Cat no longer a virgin?”

My wife’s laughter is husky as she bites her lip. “Uh—yeah, Jay took that quite a long time ago.”

Caught off guard by their insane conversation, I have to press my face to Cat’s thigh to stifle a laugh. She takes the opportunity to regain control by wrapping her ankles tighter around me.

Oh, my sweet Kitten. That won’t do. I slide a thumb closer to her ass, and in response, she clenches, trying to keep me at bay. I suck hard on her clit, and as she loses herself in the sensation, I press my thumb inside her, forcing a gasp from her lips.

“I’m sure Jay has all sorts of plans today, but just wanted to say I’m so proud of you both, and I couldn’t be happier for you. The two of you have overcome so much⁠—”

Cat moans as I work her ass and pussy at the same time.

“Oh my God. He’s totally going down on you right now, isn’t he?” Sophie’s tone is filled with mock horror.

Cat bucks her hips against my face, and, breathless, she says, “You did call the morning after we got married.”

This time, I can’t hold back my laughter. Her desperation makes me giddy.

“Oh fuck, I’m totally hanging up,” Sophie mutters at the same time Cat cries out, “Oh fuck, I’m coming.”

And ten minutes later, so was I.