Always (Next Generation The Skulls #1) - Sam Crescent Page 0,91
thought you would’ve wanted to.”
He kissed her hard. “I do. I want to. I want to have sex with you, Tabby. You’ve got to know that some days I watch you and it’s all I think about.”
“I’m ready. I want this.”
“Not today.”
“Why not? It’s your birthday.”
“No, on our wedding night.”
“What?”
“You heard me. When we have sex for the first time, I want it to be with you as my wife.”
She groaned. “Don’t you think that’s a little old-fashioned?”
“Not to me. You’ll be eighteen and we’ll be married. It’s not about God or any of that. We will belong to each other completely. You’re not just some girl, Tabby, and I’m not going to treat us, this, as some kind of quickie. Your parents are going to wake up soon. I’m not going to rush. I want to take my time. To make love to you.”
“Do you think our first time is going to be great?” she asked.
“Yeah, I do, because it’s going to be with you.” He kissed her.
“You know, you never fail to surprise me,” she said, cupping his face. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too. My gift is perfect and there is only one woman I’ll ever want close to my heart, and that is you.”
“You say all the right things.”
“Good.” He kissed her hard and pulled away as they heard a door opening and closing.
Simon dived off the bed and rolled beneath it as Tabby’s door opened.
“Hey, sweetie. Are you ready for breakfast?” Eva asked.
“I’m starved. Simon’s, er, he’s coming over as well. I had a text from him.”
He stayed perfectly still.
“Honey, I’m not stupid. Simon, you can come out and just come downstairs. We know he’s been sneaking into your room.”
He crawled out from under the bed.
“How did you know?” Tabby asked.
“You’re not silent when you climb in through the window. Now your dad wants to kill him, but I convinced him that you two are sensible. Am I right?”
“Yes, we are,” Tabby said. “We’re perfectly safe.”
“Good. I can’t guarantee you won’t get glared at. Tiny’s not happy.” Eva closed the door and Tabby turned to look at him.
“Wow,” she said, covering her face. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
Simon climbed onto the bed, moved her hands out of the way, and cupped her face. “You know I love you, right?” He couldn’t stop saying it.
“Simon?” she asked.
“You do?”
“Yes, I know you love me.”
“Good. I want to be with you. This is not a rejection.”
“I know. You don’t have to keep saying that. I’m starving. Let’s go and get some breakfast. I want to keep you all to myself all day, but others want to wish you a happy birthday as well.”
Tabby moved off the bed, grabbing some clothes and going to the bathroom. He pulled on his jeans and shirt. They weren’t creased. After running her brush through his hair, he made her bed for her and sat on the edge, waiting.
She arrived seconds later, complete in a cute dress that fell to her knees and only enhanced her curves.
“You’re doing this to torture me?” he asked.
“Just a little. I think it’s only fair.”
He groaned. “Come on. I better see your dad eventually. He’s going to be pissed at me anyway.”
“Of course, he is.”
Tabby took his hand and they made their way downstairs. Miles was at the table, smirking, as was her other brother. Tiny was at the head of the table glaring.
“Wish him happy birthday,” Eva said.
Tiny continued to glare and Miles laughed.
“Seeing as she’s having boys in her room, can I at least bring a girl home? Like a different one every night? I’ll kick her out when I’m done with her,” Miles said.
Eva slapped him around the back of the head.
“Ouch. What was that for?”
“I taught you to respect women a lot better than that.”
“And I will. I’ll call them a cab.” When Eva went to hit him again, he ducked, laughing. “Look at this, out there in the world it’s double standards against women. In my own home, it’s against boys.”
“Get used to it, son,” Tiny said.
“You should be on my side,” Eva said.
“I am. It’s why I’ve agreed with you. He can’t have a girl in the house.”
****
“Are you having fun?” Tabitha asked.
She held on to Simon and smiled up at him. His family was here even though he hadn’t gone and spent much time with them, with any of them.
“Yeah, I’m having fun.”
“More fun than if you were going to have sex?” she asked. His rejection hadn’t hurt as