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A shy smile graces her lips, and she shakes her head at me.
But her expression turns hungry again when I add, “Think I’m gonna throw you over my shoulder and enjoy the view in the shower next.”
And I do.
CHAPTER 38
TABITHA
I’m prettysure I walk bowlegged into Ford and Rosie’s house. It’s like someone flipped a switch between Rhys and me, and now we’re fucking like rabbits.
Or newlyweds, I guess.
All I need to do is look at him, and he’s on me. All he needs to do is that thing where he pops his tongue into his cheek, and I’m on him. I don’t think I’ve slept, and somehow, I feel incredible.
Must be all that energy in my chakras.
“Come on in! Ford’s out at the barbecue.” Rosie waves us along, and I reach back for Rhys, not wanting to be far from him even if he’s ruined my vagina with his massive dick. Doris always says her husband’s big dick makes her happy, and I have to confess I can see why.
When Rosie invited us over for dinner, I didn’t want to go, but I was also hungry, and we both agreed we didn’t feel like cooking.
Rhys’s warm hand slips over mine, and I lead him into their house. It’s an old farmhouse in the area that Ford had stripped down to the studs. It’s all exposed wood beams and floor-to-ceiling windows. Open concept, modern, yet cozy as hell.
West and Skylar are already seated at the kitchen island and turn to greet us.
“Hello, Duprises!” West says with his signature shit-eating grin. “Or wait. Are we Garrisons? I’m a modern kind of guy. I can see the merits of either.”
Rhys’s fingers tighten on my hip. It sends a zing of excitement through me. I love when he grips me hard, but in this instance, I get the sense this is pressing on a sore spot. So I move to cut in. “We’re actually?—”
But West keeps going, a stream of consciousness that nothing can stop. “Oooh! You could also hyphenate. Garrison-Dupris has a nice ring to it.”
“We’re undecided,” Rhys says with an easy smile, though it’s the tension in the lines beside his eyes that gives him away. “All great options.”
I press closer to his side, slinging my hand into his back pocket and giving his ass a firm squeeze. An amused snort draws my attention back over my shoulder to the huge sectional facing the fireplace. Ford’s daughter, Cora, is seated there, sketch pad in hand, smirking at me.
When Rhys sees that a child has busted me groping him, he groans and starts toward the counter to take a seat. He’s a shy boy at heart. It’s part of his charm. It’s part of what makes his filthy mouth in bed hot as hell too.
I turn and point at Cora. “Beat it, kid,” I tease with a wink, and she just shakes her head before going back to drawing with a big grin on her face.
With only a few steps forward, I swoop in to give Skylar a hug before holding her out with a hand on each shoulder and looking her over. “You look good. Really good.”
And she does. She looks rested and happy and healthy and so unlike the woman who showed up in town earlier this year.
“Tabby Cat, you hitting on my woman?” West teases as he takes a sip of his beer.
Skylar rolls her eyes at him before glancing back at me. “You do too.” She taps her undereye. “You look like you’ve finally been getting some sleep.”
And okay, I’ve looked pretty bedraggled the few times we’ve spent time together. Tired, sad, and too skinny. But mourning is hard, and some days feel worse than others.
Today feels good, even though the comment about sleeping almost makes me snort. I definitely have not been sleeping. But what I’ve been doing has been rather restorative.
“Or just gettingsome!” West teases like the absolute menace that he is.
I roll my eyes at him and then turn my attention back to Skylar. “Thank you,” I say and slip onto the stool next to Rhys. He pulls it closer to him before draping his hand possessively over my thigh.
“We’re just doing a variety of apps, keeping it casual,” Rosie says as she slides us both a glass of red wine.
“That’s perfect,” I say, but it comes out dreamy and absent-minded because I’m watching Rhys test the wine. The tendons in his hand flex as he swirls it, his square jaw looking defined as he tips it toward his nose and smells it.
