she said, wiping tears from her eyes. “Everything is coming together.”
“Good.”
But I felt like everything was falling apart.
Seventeen
Griffin
“What’s this?” I asked as Blair set a small frosted cake in front of me. It was late Tuesday night, after nine o’clock, but I’d had practice tonight. Afterward, I’d skipped the usual hangout at the pub to come home, clean up, and eat a late supper with her.
“It’s a cake.” She lit the single candle standing in the white frosting.
“I can see that, but what’s it for?” I looked up at her. “It’s not my birthday. Is it yours?”
Smiling, she shook her head. “Nope. My birthday is in June. It’s for our anniversary!”
“Our what?”
“Our anniversary. It’s been exactly two weeks since we got married.” She fluttered her lashes and put both hands over her heart. “The happiest two weeks of my life.”
Laughing, I pulled her onto my lap. She was wearing one of my favorite outfits—the blue dress with the little bow in the front, and somehow she looked even more beautiful than usual in it. “You’re crazy.”
“I know.” She kissed me. “And I invaded your space, and I talk too much, I’m a terrible driver, I’m not good at painting, I spent too much on the new rug for the lobby, I spilled coffee in your nice clean truck—”
“What?”
She winced. “Yeah, I didn’t tell you about that. But when I took your truck to get groceries the other day, I spilled my coffee on the front seat. I cleaned it up, though!”
I groaned.
“Also, I might have hit a curb.”
I groaned even louder, but it was impossible to be mad at her.
“My point is,” she went on sweetly, patting my shoulder, “that I know I’m not perfect, but you make me feel good about myself. I’m grateful for you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. And,” she said, lowering her voice to a whisper, as if someone might hear her, “you give me the best orgasms I’ve ever had.”
I lifted my chin. “Good.”
“Blow out the candle. Make a wish.” I blew it out, and she wiggled on my lap. “What did you wish for?”
“A million fucking dollars in my bank account, what else?”
She pouted. “I thought it would be something sexier.”
“That is sexy. I’m getting hard just thinking about it.” I kissed her, sliding my hands beneath her dress. Actually, I’d been careful not to wish for anything.
“Okay, your turn,” she said, a little breathless as my lips traveled along her jaw and down her throat.
“My turn for what?”
She laughed. “For telling me what this marriage has meant to you over the last two weeks.”
“Oh.” I untied the bow of her sundress with my teeth like I’d wanted to the first day she’d worn it. “Can’t I just show you with one of those orgasms? Maybe two?”
“Yes,” she said. “But I like to hear words too.”
“Mmm. Not good at words. Good at this.” I opened up her dress and tugged down the white lace of her bra before swirling my tongue around one perfect nipple.
“Yes, you are very good at this.” She put her hands in my hair. “But don’t you . . . hey, can we talk for a minute?”
“About what?”
“Maybe like . . . what you’re feeling? What comes next for us?” She tilted my head up so I was forced to look at her. “I can’t think when you’re doing that.”
“Then you’ll have to stop thinking.” I stood up with her in my arms and started moving toward the bedroom. The last thing I wanted to do was talk about my feelings right now. I didn’t trust myself not to say something stupid.
“Wait, what about your cake?” she cried.
“I’ll eat it later. I want you for dessert.”
I tossed her onto the bed, pushed up her dress, and pulled down her underwear. “Here’s what comes next for us.” I spread her legs apart and buried my face between her thighs.
She moaned and clawed at the sheets, rocking her hips beneath my mouth. By now I knew how to make her come easily, but I liked to drag it out, work her into a frenzied state of desperation until she begged me to let her come.
But I didn’t tease her tonight. Within minutes, her hands were fisted in my hair, her cries echoing off the walls, her clit throbbing as I sucked it into my mouth.
When she’d released her grip on my hair, I stood up, whipped off my shirt and worked off my jeans. Naked, I pulled her into a seated position and lifted her dress