Page 95 of The Secret Play

“That’s it, isn’t it? Right there? You’re so wet for me now. Do you want more?”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

Another finger joined the party, stretching me further as I dug my nails into his shoulder. I was so close I could hardly breathe, and when it took me over, I came in a sighing gasp, clinging to him. Only then did he slide inside of me, rocking back and forth until I was full of him.

He laced his fingers with mine, and we moved slowly, savoring every moment. His movements were languid, erotic thrusts. Time had no meaning. He pulled out, turning us until we were on our sides, him behind me as he entered me once more. He plucked at my nipples, played with my clit, did anything to bring me closer to another climax.

And I orgasmed, one after another after another, until he couldn’t take it any longer. He gripped my hip and drove deep as he came, too. At the last moment, he bit my shoulder.

In the shower, he went to his knees for me. We couldn’t stop. It was like being a teenager again. Any little thing set us off, and before I knew it, he had me bent over in the shower with his fingers hard at work.

When the magic had worn down a couple of hours later, he handed me a thin silver chain. “This is for the ring, until I get it sized down for you. Unless you want to pick a new set?—”

“No. I’d be honored to wear your family ring.”

He smiled and threaded the ring onto the necklace before clasping it around my neck. He kissed me on the nape. “Thank you for knowing what that means to me.”

I smiled, even though my heart hurt. “I’m just sorry your folks can’t be there at our wedding. I know what it’d mean to me, if my mom could be.”

“What about your dad?”

I sighed and shook my head. “He doesn’t leave the nursing home. It’s not that he can’t, but because of his condition, he’d need a nurse to come with him, and that’s so expensive. It’s just not feasible.” I shrugged, struggling not to dwell on it.

I had never planned my wedding as a little girl—it didn’t seem like a big deal to me at the time. But I had always assumed my father would be there, and it hurt to know he wouldn’t be. But I was happy to marry Casey and focused on what I could have instead of what I couldn’t have. “All I need is you, Winnie, Nico, and Megan to be there.”

He took my hand, kissing the back of it. “I know how important family is. They’ll all be there. And Megan, too. And anything else you want.”

“Right now, I want to see my baby and make sure Nico and Megan didn’t burn the house down.”

“Let’s go now before I have to see what you look like naked on my couch.”

I giggled and decided he should see that first.

Eventually, we pulled into the driveway of my house. I hadn’t planned to spend the night at Casey’s, but after everything that happened yesterday—his proposal, the game, Matthew’s surprising approval—I couldn’t bring myself to leave his side for a second..

I never wanted to leave him ever again.

I unlocked the front door, pushing it open to the unmistakable sound of clattering in the kitchen. Casey followed close behind, and we staggered to a stop from the sticky sight before us.

Winnie stood on a chair by the counter, pouring a box of cereal into my designated popcorn bowl with all the care of a four-year-old on a mission. There looked to be two other kinds of cereal already in the bowl. The counter was a mess—spilled cereal, milk dripping onto the floor, and a glistening trail of what I assumed was honey leading to the sink.

“Good morning, Winnie,” I said, my voice equal parts amused and horrified. “What are you doing?”

She looked up, her face lighting up when she saw me. She unintentionally stage-whispered, “Making breakfast for Uncle Nico and Megan!”

Our baby hadn’t yet mastered the art of actual whispering, and I assumed she just woke them up.

Casey laughed softly beside me, his hand resting on the small of my back. “She’s ambitious, I’ll give her that.”

My eyes darted to the living room, where Nico and Megan were sprawled out on the couch, still fast asleep.What the…? Oh, screw it, at least they’re clothed.

Nico’s arm was slung over Megan’s shoulders, her head tucked against his chest. They looked so cozy that I almost didn’t want to disturb them. Almost.

I walked over to the couch and kicked Nico’s foot lightly. “Hey, Romeo.”

He startled awake, his eyes blinking rapidly as he tried to figure out where he was. His cheeks flushed a deep red when he realized he was curled up with Megan. “Uh…” he started, shifting away from her as if that would make things less awkward.

The movement woke Megan, who sat up groggily, her hair a wild mess. She blinked at me, Nico, and then back at me, her cheeks turning hot pink.

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