“It was right there.”
“I’m going to spank your ass next time.”
“You’re welcome to. But once you do, I’m going to have to fuck your ass. That’s just the way it goes.”
She froze, and I couldn’t believe I’d said that out loud. “You want to?”
“Are you offering?”
“Stop answering my questions with questions.”
“I’m game for whatever you want. I like having sex with you, Bella. I love it. I like touching you and just being with you. No matter what happens that’s what I like to do.”
She turned slightly, leaned forward, and kissed me gently on the lips.
“Let’s get through this wedding, and then maybe we’ll see if I let you.”
“Well, now I know what I’ll be thinking about for the entire wedding.” I scowled, then looked at my dick.
She winced, and went to pat it, but I held her wrist.
“Don’t. Or you’re going to be late helping your sister get ready for the wedding.”
“And on that note, I’m out.” She smacked a kiss to my lips, and I reached for her as she scurried away to go get ready.
With a sigh, I leaned back on the pillows, cradling my head in my hands.
I was in damn trouble, but then again, I knew I would be from the moment I had seen her on that cliff.
The same cliff that I knew had been in that dream of hers. The one that centered around her dad, and William, and the attacker.
I hated the fact that she was still scared. It didn’t matter that William was still in Wyoming. He had hurt her. And now he kept harassing her. The cops were handling it. But I didn’t know what handling it meant. So that meant I had to be the bigger person and not freak the fuck out.
The shower went on, and I pulled out my phone knowing it would be a few minutes before I got in.
The family text chat had blown up, and my lips twitched.
Sam:
Seriously, this house is amazing.
Sydney:
Do you think we can get a walk-in shower like this?
Lance:
Once you make a million, sure. But you’re going to have to marry someone who’s handy.
Sydney:
I’m handy.
Sam:
And I can learn.
Lance: