Page 155 of Sweet Caroline
“Oh my God,” I murmur before I scoop her up and spin usaround, peppering kisses all over her cheeks, her nose, her forehead. “I love you too. Sofucking much.”
Giggling, she wraps her legs around my waist and crushes her lips into mine.
When I draw back, I whoop, swiping at the water and sending a splash into the air beside us. “Shit, now I reallyamthinking about howling at the moon.”
Her laughter is like beautiful music. “I take that as a yes?”
“Yes! Fuck yes!” I can’t stop grinning.
“Good!” She wipes away a droplet of water running down my forehead.
I snag her hand and kiss her fingertips. “Man, I can’t believe I got myself a sugar mama. Wha— Hey!” I protest when she whacks me, only squeezing her tighter, and drop my voice low. “Wait, was that not what you were offering?”
Caroline groans. “Immediate regret. I take it all back. Rescinded.”
“Nah, no backsies.” I squeeze her ass. “I’m your fancy boy now.”
“Oh my God,stop,” she says through laughter, which quickly escalates to shrieking giggles when I bite my lip and start doing goofy, haphazard hip thrusts.
“C’mon,” I say, chuckling as I set her on her feet. “Let’s go in.” I lead her toward our pile of clothes on the riverbank, trying to sluice some of the water from my skin.
I drag my pants back over my wet legs, hating the sensation but too tired and too in love with my girl to give a shit.
She wants to live with me.
Caroline tugs on her robe and picks up her bra and panties to carry back.
“Hey, fancy girl?” I ask as I snatch up the rest of my stuff. I toss my shirt over my damp shoulder and tuck my phone and keys back into my pockets.
She looks up, squeezing a trickle of water from the ends of her hair. “Yeah?”
“You still up for trying new things?” Other than skinny dipping, we’d checked everything else off her fuck-it list months ago, along with a few unplanned side quests. These days, she’s always game to try something new and I fucking love how brave she’s become since we met—how open we can be together as we explore what she likes. Well, what we both like, really; I’ve had some firsts along the way too.
“At this time of night?” She slips on her sandals.
“Hey, I think all that dancing earned us both a sleep-in tomorrow.” It’s one of the few times I’ll justify skipping my morning workout. I can already feel the muscle aches setting into all those little places the gym doesn’t touch.
Do I need to start training the tops of my feet, somehow?
Quickly checking I’ve got the last of my things, I reach for Caroline’s hand. “Unless you want me comatose when we go meet your mom for lunch.”
“No,” she says quickly, throwing me a wide-eyed look as we head for the house. “We need to be on our game for that.”
Caroline and Valerie have been reconnecting lately. It’s been slow and cautious, but promising. I think finding out her mom served her dad with divorce papers a couple months ago gave Caroline permission to start over, in a way.
Personally, I’m hoping Valerie takes that rat bastard for all he’s worth.
“Anyway, what—” she starts, then fails to fight off a yawn. “What did you have in mind? For tonight?”
“Well…” I scoop her into my side as we walk up the hill, draping my arm around her shoulders. “Let’s just say I hope you’re ready to get fucked slow and cuddle-puddled hard.”
“Mmm, sounds delicious.” She bites her lip, then grabs mychin and plants a kiss on my cheek. “But is that really new? Like, we’ve done that plenty of times before, haven’t we?”
I stop walking and she turns to face me. “Not inourhouse, we haven’t.”
“Aww.” With a melty little smile, she slips her arms around my waist. “Our house. I love it.”
“But, like, if you wanna gonewnew, I mean…” I narrow my eyes, raising a brow. “You still got that glittery tentacle dildo?”
