Page 44 of Until Now
Oh.Is this disappointment I’m feeling?
“Let’s not wait for the song to end,” I say, leaning my forehead on Maxen’s.
Our lips meet, and we take the kiss. Then another and another. Hand in hand, he leads me through the dancers toward the house.
“Maxen! Dominique! Over here!”
As we turn toward the sound, we are greeted by the sight of Asher, Wes, and Boone. They sit at one of the round tables edging the dance floor, toasting shots of tequila. Limes and salt-shakers are at the ready. I see July speaking with Brick’s wife, but November and Lucinda are nowhere to be seen.
We snake through the partiers and reach the house. Entering the great room, through open French doors, the crowd thins. We make a beeline for the stairs, turning down an offer of champagne by a passing server. No more liquor is required. Both of us are feeling no pain. On top of that, we are high on love.
Maxen takes the stairs as if he’s on a mission to save someone from a burning building. It’s almost funny. I keep up because it’s a kind of a sexual emergency. If I don’t feel his kisses and have his cock inside me soon, there could be dangerous consequences. Maybe my head will spin off. I know, at the very least, my heart will ache.
When we reach the landing, Lucinda is coming out of her bedroom. She looks happy to see us.
“Oh, good! I was just going to go look for you two. I need a favor.”
“Sure. What can we do?” Maxen says, pretending to shut down his libido.
“We need to use your bedroom if possible. I need to put the twins down until the party ends. It’s the only room not being used! You’ve seen how many children are here!”
“No problem, Lucinda. Let me clear the bed off. It’ll just take a few minutes,” I say.
“Thanks, kids.”
She takes off down the stairs with a wave. When Maxen’s eyes meet mine, his mouth tightens in disappointment.
“Don’t give up yet. We’ll go to Plan B.”
I open the door, and we enter the bedroom. I start clearing the clothes.
“Help me clear these things. What exactly is Plan B?”
“It’s a big house! We can find some nook,” Maxen says, tossing the pile he created to the chair.
I throw a decorative pillow at him. “We are not going to have sex in another room! What if someone walked in?”
“What are the odds? If we find an out of the way bathroom, that might work.”
“You want to seal our love in a bathroom? We need room to express ourselves, baby.”
His lopsided grin and the twinkle in his eye say he likes my idea.
“Well, it’s a warm night. What about the grove of trees across the lawn Atticus was talking about? We could find the two-person chaise the family uses for viewing the fireflies. He said it’s a great spot in a clearing.”
I roll the idea around in my mind for half a second. “That’s a possibility,” I say with a grin.
This makes my man extremely happy.
“Good! Let’s commune with nature. Have you ever had sex in a forest?”
“No! Have you?”
“Absolutely not. You’ll be my first and last,” he says with emphasis.
Good answer.
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