Forever After All - Kaylee Ryan Page 0,76
tells me I’m right. It’s Laramie calling.
“Don’t answer,” Rip says as he continues trailing kisses down my neck. Like the hussy I am for him, I tilt my head to the side, giving him full access. “There’s my girl,” he whispers huskily. My phone stops ringing, only to start again.
“She’s going to keep calling,” I say as I pull away from him. Retrieving my phone from my back pocket, I answer. “Hey.”
“Are you having sex?” she huffs out, and I sputter with laughter.
“No. We’re not doing that,” I tell her honestly. Not that we both don’t want it to lead there.
“We could be,” Rip calls out so that Laramie can hear him.
“You two better get your asses over here. You’re late.”
Pulling the phone from my ear, I see she’s right. It’s five minutes after six. “We’re on our way. You need us to stop and pick anything up?”
“No. We have everything. Just waiting on you slowpokes.” I can tell by the tone of her voice she’s trying not to laugh. “I mean, we are the newlyweds,” she teases.
“Hey, we were married years ago. We just haven’t lost the spark,” Rip says, again his voice is loud enough she can hear.
“Am I on speaker?”
“No, he’s just… close.”
“Damn right, I’m close,” Rip says, patting my ass, making me yelp.
“Rip, hands off and get your ass over here,” Laramie says so loud, I have to pull the phone from my ear.
“On our way, little sister,” he replies. He then takes the phone from my hand and ends the call. “Killjoy,” he mutters.
“Come on. I need to grab the brownies and cookies I made and the gift.”
“Tell me again why we had to get them another gift?” We got them a wedding gift.
I smile, thinking about that conversation. He was insistent that we put both of our names on the gifts we bought separately. “We’re together now, Kenna. This is what we do,” he’d told me.
“What’s got you all smiley?” he inquires.
“You, Rip Callahan. This smile is all for you.”
“Good.” He leans down and kisses me. “I want all your smiles.”
“Come on, cowboy. We’re already in trouble.”
“We’re taking my truck.”
“What’s wrong with my car?” I ask, even though I already know. Rip is tall at six four, and my little Honda isn’t made for a man his size.
“Too damn small,” he grumbles.
“Fine, you big baby.” I roll my eyes playfully as he extends his arms out for me, but I’m able to jump back before he reaches me and race out of his room and down the steps.
“That took forever,” Laramie says when she answers the door.
“I love the sign,” I say, pointing to the gift I got them for their wedding. It’s a welcome sign with their last name and wedding date.
“Me too. Thank you so much,” she says, pulling me into the house.
“Nice to see you too, sis.” Rip chuckles behind us.
“Hey, Rip.” She waves a hand in the air, pulling me into the living room. “I’ve missed you,” she says, plopping down on the couch, pulling me down with her.
“Hey, Sara,” I say, looking over at our other friend, who’s sitting on the other side of the couch.
“Hi.” Sara waves and laughs.
“What’s the urgency?”
“I missed you. I don’t want to be one of those married women who loses all contact with her friends.”
“Lara, that would never happen.”
“Well, it’s been two very long weeks, so yeah.” She shrugs.
“Where are Colby and Corbin?” Rip asks.
“Basement,” she tells him.
“Babe, I set everything on the kitchen counter. You need anything?”
“Thank you, and no, I’m good. Go see the guys.” Rip bends his head to kiss me quickly before heading to the basement.
“How are things between the two of you?” Sara asks.
“Too good to be true.”
“Impossible.”
“Things are great. It kind of feels like I’m living a dream.”
“We know you’ve had that dream,” Laramie says, barely keeping a straight face.
“Hey, I’m not denying it. I’ve always had a thing for Rip. I just never in a million years thought we would be here. Enough about me, how was the honeymoon?”
“Yes. That.” Sara points at me. “How’s married life?” she adds.
“It’s not much different, except he calls me wife, and he’s my husband.” Her face lights up. “That’s going to be hard to get used to, but I’m up to the challenge.” She laughs. “The honeymoon was perfect. We had great weather. We hung out on the beach, went on a dolphin tour, and spent a lot of time at the beach house we rented.”
“I bet you did.”