* * * * *
My fingertips moved over the scar, my lips chasing them all the way across his cheekbone, his temple and through his hair.
His hands at my ass tightened, his fingers digging deep.
I dropped my lips to his ear.
“He’s dead.”
“You said.”
“No. I mean Daddy.”
His fingers dug in deeper. “Too bad.”
“Yeah.”
“He buried in Kentucky?” he asked.
“Yup,” I answered.
“Soon’s we see to Knight’s shit, road trip. We’re f**king on his grave.”
My head shot up and I looked down at him.
He grinned up at me.
My invisible sun’s rays warmed me straight to my soul.
Only sun ever that lay on his back in a bed.
God, God, I missed my sun.
“He deserves it, baby, and I’m adventurous but graveyard sex…” I paused. “I don’t think I have it in me.”
“Then we’re f**king on that f**kin’ golf course he loved so goddamned much.”
“That I can do.”
Creed gave me a smile.
“He told me his favorite hole was sixteen,” I shared. “He said it was tough but beautiful.”
“Right, on the green of sixteen, I’ll drill my favorite hole.”
He said this while smiling.
I burst out laughing.
* * * * *
I wandered into the back room with two fresh, cold ones. I got close to Creed sitting in one of the chairs, facing dusk. He ignored the beer I offered and hooked me around the waist, gave a rough yank and I landed in his lap. He curled his arm around me and lifted his long legs to rest his bare heels against the windowsill.
Only then did he take his beer.
He sucked some back. I sucked some back and my eyes moved over the detritus of the Chinese delivery we’d consumed that was spread across the low table. We ordered everything that struck our fancy, which meant we could have fed twelve.
Leftovers for days.