Page 69 of The Rookie
“What are you talking about?”
He levels me with a hard look. “Tell me you aren’t about to sneak off together.”
Shit. I guess my staring was a bit more obvious than I thought. “Uh ...”
Before I can think of anything to say, Graham shakes his head almost mournfully and pulls a twenty-dollar bill out of his wallet. Matt appears seemingly out of nowhere, plucking his winnings from Graham’s hand.
Leave it to these morons to place bets on my wedding night.
“Gross,” Matt says, but the grin on his face is downright gleeful.
I roll my eyes and abandon my brothers to join Summer in the stables.
“Did anyone see you?” she asks between giggling kisses.
“Most definitely.” I sigh, dragging my lips across her neck to the delicate column of her throat. God, she smells like pine and promise. “But I don’t give a damn.”
“Me either,” she whispers, nipping at my ear and sending electricity surging through every inch of my veins.
It’s almost enough for me to forget that we’re in a freaking stable and about a hundred yards from all my family members. But I don’t care. I could be anywhere with Summer, and I’d be the happiest man on the face of the earth.
And who knows, maybe this is our thing? We once got busy up against a chicken coop. At least the stables are vacant—we’re not horse people.
But her lips on my neck distract me from those thoughts. My fingers work under her silky dress, venturing up her mile-long legs. There’s a lot of dress, but I finally manage.
A few quick steps to the right, and I’ve got her pinned against the wooden wall, pressed against me like a second skin. Who cares if we disappear for twenty minutes? Who cares if we come back covered in hay? All I give a damn about is her skin on mine.
I’ve never loved formalwear more than when Summer unzips me without a single snag. She pulls me out of my pants in all of three seconds, sending a shock wave of pleasure coursing through my veins. Why the hell do I wear jeans all the time when a quickie could bethiseasy?
Even when it feels impossible for us to be any closer, I slide my hands up her legs and scoop her up against me. She clings to me, breaking the kiss only to look longingly into my eyes as she sinks down onto my shaft, hot and liquid. My breath catches in my throat as I thrust into her, noting this moment as one I will never, ever forget.
“Logan, I ... love you,” she gasps between stifled moans.
“I love you too, Summer,” I grit out, crushing my mouth to hers as we cleave to each other, riding out our releases together.
“Oh my God.” Summer laughs, fighting to catch her breath.
Reluctantly, we detach from each other, and Summer puts on a stray shoe that got kicked off in all the action.
“Time for the walk of shame,” she murmurs. “We’re going to look insane.”
I pluck a piece of straw from her hair. “We could just sneak out the back and head for our cabin, you know.” I try not to sound too eager about the idea. This is her call.
“Ours?”
I nod, happy to remind her that everything that is mine is now hers. The smile I get in return is worth more than any of the wedding gifts piled high inside the house. Although I am excited to watch Summer open those later, and even more excited to pick out the home we’ll fill with all our new treasures. The home we’ll raise children in and grow old together. I can hardly wait.
Summer taps one pink-painted fingernail against her lower lip. “Tempting,” she says with a hum. “What about your family?”
“They’ll put two and two together,” I say coolly. “Besides, we’ll see them all at brunch tomorrow.”
“And Les?”
“He’s in one of the guest rooms.”
She chews her lip for long enough that I almost believe she’s on the fence. Finally, she relents with sparkling eyes. “Okay, rookie. Let’s get outta here.”
I couldn’t have said it better myself.
