Page 29 of Lonesome Man
One year later
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The small plane tilted to the side as we made a tight turn, then straightened as Cash expertly lined us up for landing.
I peered out the window, my heart leaping in my chest when I spotted Tuck standing by his truck waiting for me.
The wheels hit the ground, and we bounced along, finally coming to a stop. Tuck was there, opening my door before I’d managed to undo my harness. Sweeping my hands aside, he did it for me, then lifted me out of the plane and wrapped his arms around me in a giant bear hug.
“Missed you, darlin’,” he said against my hair, then lifted his head and planted a kiss on me that had my toes curling.
“I missed you too,” I said, grinning up at him. Three nights was the longest we’d been apart, and I wasn’t in a hurry to repeat it anytime soon.
He put me down, but curled his arm around me, keeping me plastered to his side as we talked to Cash, then waved goodbye as he took off, heading home to his family.
“Have you seen much of our guests?” I asked as he wrapped his hand around mine and led me to the truck.
He chuckled and shook his head. “Not a peep. You were right, it’s the perfect honeymoon location.” He tucked my hair behind my ear. “How are you feeling?” he asked as he opened my door. “Closing night, that’s big.”
My play had been running off-Broadway for almost a year. It was a huge success, and I couldn’t miss the last show. “It was perfect.”
“Sorry I couldn’t be there, darlin’,” he said, cupping my face.
I shook my head. “You don’t need to be sorry. We have a life here as well, and I’m excited to meet our guests.”
He chuckled. “Not sure you’ll get the chance before they leave tomorrow. Last food delivery I did, I just knocked and left it at the door.”
“Why?”
“There were some seriously R-rated sounds coming out of that cottage. I’m not sure it’s okay for innocent ears,” he said, his hand sliding down to my rounded belly.
“I’ll wear a thick jacket to muffle out the sound,” I said. “The baby won’t hear a thing.”
Tuck laughed, and my heart fluttered in my chest. I still hadn’t gotten used to how goddamned handsome my husband was, and I wasn’t sure I ever would.
“Let’s get you home, so I can feed you,” he said.
“Excellent plan. Cash only had Oreos, and for some reason, they now taste like sawdust. The baby obviously doesn’t like them.”
He chuckled again, gave me another smacking kiss, and helped me into the truck.
A few hours later I was full and warm after the bath that Tuck had run for me, and when I walked out of the bathroom, my belly did some swirling when I saw him lying in bed, his hands behind his head, waiting for me.
His gaze slid down my towel-wrapped body, and the blood in my veins instantly heated.
“You miss me?” he asked, his eyes hot, gorgeous.
“You know I did,” I whispered.
“Were you a good girl while you were away?”
I bit my lip and nodded. “Yes.”
“I’ve been getting you off at least twice a day the last month, you touch yourself, darlin’?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“You want me to make you come, Libs?”
