REprisal - Kathy Coopmans Page 0,64
I are best buddies. His go to guy, his full time babysitter.”
He opens the closed door at the end of the hall.
“You ready?” he queries with an arched brow.
Simultaneously we puff out a sharp breath as we make our way into the room. I don’t think I ever want to leave. It’s the most beautiful room I have ever seen.
“Holy fuck, this room is huge! A hell of a lot bigger than the pictures I have seen. And check out this bathroom,” he calls out from a door to the side.
I haven’t noticed anything else except the giant king sized bed with the tan and white striped comforter.
“Coming.”
I pull my thoughts away from that bed, the one we will most likely be sleeping in tonight. Whether alone or with Journey is still up for debate. I swallow the big ball of nerves that creeps up my throat and walk into the bathroom, then gawk with my mouth hanging open.
“Can I just stay in these two rooms forever, and never leave? This tub! It’s big enough for the three of us.”
His eyes brighten at the idea. I blush and turn away, admiring the silver light fixtures above both of the sinks and the tan and black countertops with the smallest flecks of white sprinkled throughout. And then the shower catches my eye and the tears I was holding in before start to fall.
It’s a replica of the shower from our old house. All of a sudden a euphoric rush of happiness runs through me. It’s happening. I can feel my life getting back on track, going in the direction it’s supposed to go. It’s indescribable and I take the few steps towards my husband and literally leap into his arms, sending him flying backwards up against the glass of the shower.
“Shower with me?” I ask, while peppering kisses all over his face and neck.
Not romantic and sexy like they should be, but hopeful and longing, like I have missed my best friend and I want nothing but to jump in that shower and have him make love to me.
“We can’t.”
He clears his throat, as my mood instantly deflates. His strong hands still hold me up with his palms placed firmly on my ass.
“Well, not right now, anyway,” he recovers quickly.
His fingers dig firmly into my ass as he gently guides me down him, his thick erection visible as I slide over it. It’s been too long, and I want him. I need to have him make love to me in the way only he can. I just want to feel, not think. For day, weeks, months, even, all I have done is think.
“You’re over-thinking things again. Stop. Trust me when I say there is nothing more I would rather do than to take a shower with you, love you, tease and then please you. But for one, the baby is up,” he explains, withdrawing his hands from around me and running them up and down his face vigorously. “And two, Zack is on his way over.”
“I guess we’d better get ready, then,” I sigh, trying to hide my disappointment.
Turner isn’t fooled.
“I love you, Clove,” he says forcefully, looking into my eyes.
“I love you, too.”
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“Do you guys want a beer? The fridge is fully stocked, thanks to you, and you, and you,” I smile, nodding to Krista, my dad, and Melody.
Early evening is upon us. Everyone came over the minute they all heard about Tina’s release, which no one has spoken about yet. Both she and Caleb are out on bail. Caleb apparently had enough money to bail himself out, while Tina put up her big, extravagant home as collateral. She is supposedly there right now under round the clock surveillance.
Melody brought over several boxes containing all of our clothes. The idea of stepping back into my favorite pair of jeans, or wearing the highest heels I can find just so that later I can ask my husband for a foot rub because they are killing me sends a frisson of delight all the way to my toes.
“Shall we go start putting these clothes away?” Melody pipes up. “Maybe someone will share that new little girl with me so I can make sure all of these clothes I bought her today fit.”
She stands and takes the baby from my dad, who has hogged both her and Nolan since he walked in the door.
“All right. Take her.”
Melody plucks Journey’s tiny little body out of his lap and starts singing to her as she