Page 223 of Smooth Sailing

Hugger smiled fully.

Warmth hit her eyes as she watched him do it, but he felt her mood shift.

“Babe,” he said quietly, “it’s gotta get done.”

He was talking about the fact that he knew what her mood was about.

He’d told her he was riding back up to Denver with Dutch and Jag on Wednesday.

“I know,” she mumbled.

“Snap’s in to help renovate my place,” he reminded her. “He texted today and said Hound’s already been over there to start gutting the kitchen.”

Her eyes rounded in surprise. “Really?”

“Hound likes to destroy shit.”

Her mood shifted again as she started laughing.

“Earned yourself a Club name,” he muttered, loving the fact that she had down to his bones.

Both Georgie and Archie started calling her “Blue” the minute they hit her pad that night when they all met up to go have something to eat before the gig.

Her mood entirely shifted as she beamed at him. “I’m official.”

“Already were, baby,” he murmured.

That bought him a kiss.

He gave that back before he ended it and rolled her this way and that to turn out the bedside lights.

He was tired, he’d come hard, and they had a big day the next day. They had to get some shuteye.

They cuddled front to front, like every night. Though, he usually shifted, and they woke up with her tucked to his back, or sometimes, she shifted, so he was curved to hers.

But they started connected and ended connected.

Every night.

Hugger didn’t think about it, not once, not since the beginning.

Because this was Di.

So he didn’t think about it then, when he felt her drift asleep in his arms, and he followed her.

And he didn’t think about it hours later, when he woke, curled into her back, holding her close.

That afternoon, Hugger pulled himself out of Nolan’s pool, shook the wet from his hair and grabbed one of the thick beach towels from the stack that had been put out so he could towel down.

He then walked to the gigantic cooler filled with beer and helped himself to one.

He twisted the cap, tossed it in the trash bin sitting near, and turned to take in what was happening in the pool.

There was semi-loud music playing, and thankfully, it wasn’t ambient. To fit his generation, and theirs, Nolan had set the music to nineties grunge, which worked for both.

Di was riding a pool noodle wearing a sweet red two-piece that had a halter top with a little ruffle, and it plunged way low in the front showing a good amount of her tits. The pants came up high at the waist, had some gathers at the belly and showed nice ass cheek.

It was sexy as fuck.

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