Page 129 of Play Me
She licks her lips, her eyes darkening. “Blow job or doggy style. Your turn to pick.”
“If you think I’ll ever pick anything over your pussy, you’re wrong.”
She laughs as I toss her over my shoulder and carry her into the bedroom.
Someday, she’ll learn that she’ll always get what she wants from me. And, until then, I’ll have fun proving it.
Guess I got the pleasure out of knowing her, after all.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-THREE
Astrid
What a week.
I knock on Renn’s door, balancing my bag on my shoulder. I’ve run around this morning like a chicken with my head cut off. Renn’s mom, Rory, is in town and needed help with a few things and I offered my services. I always jump in if any of the Brewer’s need assistance—except Tate, if I can help it—and Rory’s errands weren’t hard. Just time consuming.
But it’s Friday. And I’m in love.
Gray and I haven’t said that we love each other, but ever since he returned from seeing Liza a few weeks ago, I know it’s true. I can feel it. We’ve had many talks about our past and he’s been an open book in the best way. He’s taken me back to Sugar Creek to visit his family and friends and showed me around the little town and all his childhood haunts. We keep saying that we’re taking things slow, but I don’t know what that means anymore. I can’t think of the last night I spent alone.
“Come in,” Renn says.
I push my way into his office and close the door behind me. “Hey.”
“Hey to you.” He sits up in his chair. “Thanks for your help with Mom today. She’s usually so on top of her shit, but this new boyfriend of hers has scrambled her brain.”
I laugh, biting my lip because what’s going through my head—that more than Rory’s brain is probably getting scrambled—wouldn’t be a welcome response to my boss.
Renn lifts a brow.Yup. I was right. Not welcomed.
Sitting my bag on the floor, I take the seat I always choose and grab my clipboard for notes. “So what do you have for me?”
“How are you, Astrid?”
I balk. “I’m fine,” I say slowly. “Why are you being weird?”
He chuckles.
“You’re freaking me out,” I say, chuckling too.
“First things first,” he says, fiddling with a pen. “Where do we stand on my wife’s party?”
I glance down at my list. “The only thing we’re waiting on is a playlist that your brother Ripley is putting together. I still don’t know why you let him take control of that,” I mumble, much to Renn’s amusement. “Your brother Gannon has literally doubled the security at his own expense. He said that if his kids are there with a bunch of strangers …” I look at Renn and shrug. “I just let him have it. You can’t tell Gannon no and survive to tell the tale.”
“Hey, as long as he’s paying for it.”
I laugh. “Jason is making sure we have a plane to bring the Carmichael family up from Florida. There was a slight issue because they’re bringing so many people, but Jason is working it out. And that’s it.” I smile brightly. “You’re good to go.”
“Where did we wind up on the attendee count?”
“Two hundred and twelve, give or take. You know a lot of people, my guy.”
“The problem is that everyone loves my wife.” He winks at me. “You and Gray are coming, right?”
I sit back in my chair and sigh.
