Page 121 of Rebel Bride
“You’ll never let me forget it, will you?”
“Not a chance, Flash Man.”
“Better than Dino Boy. Or Boat Boy. Or St. Hatch of the Blue Balls.”
I kissed her laughing mouth. How strange to feel such happiness in her presence when for so long I’d felt nothing but misery. I kept the thrusts slow and deep because that was how she liked it. And I loved anything that kept my woman happy and our bodies and souls connected.
I grasped her hand, laced my fingers through hers, and whispered, “I love you.”
I didn’t need to hear it back. The freedom of being finally able to tell her, to say it aloud while we were joined as one, was about as much as my pea-sized brain could take right now.
Her body told me everything I wanted to hear. That slick slap of our flesh, the breathy moans as each stroke found new points of pleasure, that final sob as she came. The sounds of Summer, the woman I adored.
And when I finally found release, I roared her name loud enough for the gods to hear and be put on notice. She was mine, and I was hers.
A while later, we lay wrapped in each other as I traced patterns with my finger on her shoulder. A perfect peace surrounded us.
“By the way, your sister knows,” she said.
So long harmony.
“Apparently your seduction-by-cheese tipped her off. I can’t believe you were so careless.”
I squeezed her tighter and burrowed my nose in her neck. “I don’t care who knows.”
“You’re not going to be a social pariah if people find out. That’ll be me. Dash is going to think something was going on all along.”
If people find out? More like when.
“I’ll handle Carter. You won’t have to even speak to him. And if he says another word against you, he’ll regret it.”
She didn’t respond to that. So she was worried, but if this was going to work, we had to push through walls. No way was I letting her go now that we had finally figured this out. I had stumbled before when I should have steamrolled over the situation and taken my shot. Now no obstacle would stand in my way.
A phone buzzed.
“That’s mine.” Summer reached over to grab it. “It’s a text from Ryder. He wants to talk to me.”
Watching her face light up at the prospect gave me such a thrill.
“Better call him back then.”
“Okay.”
She pushed back the sheet and gave me a glorious view of her curves as she bent over, looking for her underwear.
“Cheese has treated you well,” I said as I smoothed my hand over that peach of an ass.
She smiled over her shoulder. “Not just cheese.”
With Summer on the phone in the other room—she had dressed before returning Ryder’s call because she thought it would be odd to speak to her former boss naked—I took a moment to assess the current state of play.
Orgasms delivered and received. Check.
Feelings discussed and hearts flayed open. Check.
Sneaky plan in motion. Check.
I lay back, more than a little self-satisfied because finally everything was going my way.
