Page 183 of Between Never and Forever
Sav wraps her legs around my waist, and I kiss her as I thrust into her. She claws at my back, tugs on my hair, and moves with me. Matching me in every possible way.
Our naked bodies stay pressed together, arms and legs wrapped up tightly. My lips never leave her skin. Her moans and whimpers travel straight from her mouth to my ear, and I whisper praises between kisses.
You’re beautiful. You’re amazing. Nothing has ever felt this perfect. No one has ever been this perfect for me. You’re mine. I’m yours.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
It’s slow and languid. Sensual. A new level of intimacy.
When I’m close to the edge, I tell her to rub her clit, and we come together with breathless, sated cries. After, I carry her to the shower, and we take our time washing each other. Exploring. Loving. When we finally fall asleep, just a few hours before dawn, it’s tangled together once more.
Exactly where I want to be.
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The scentof coffee and the sound of a guitar engulf me before my feet even hit the staircase.
I step into the living room and find Sav and Brynn sitting on the couch, Mabel perched cross-legged on the coffee table, and Cameron sprawled on the loveseat. All eyes fall on me, and one by one I’m greeted with various levels of enthusiasm.
“Mornin’, Daddy,” Brynn says with a smile.
Before I can respond, Mabel and Sav cut in.
“Mornin’,Daddy.”
“Good morning, Daddy!”
I arch a brow at them. Sav is smirking impishly, and Mabel is trying not to laugh. I shake my head once, and that tips Mabel over the edge until she’s giggling so hard, she might fall off the coffee table.
“Um, good morning, Mr. Cooper,” Cameron says, and I nod.
“Good morning.” I glance back at Mabel. “When did you get here?”
She grins and sits up straighter.
“‘Bout an hour ago. Ham and the guys should be here soon.”
That’s right, the meeting. I forgot about it. Mabel is here most days, but she usually stumbles in around eleven after her morning hot yoga class. The meeting explains why she’s here so early.
“There’s coffee made, babe,” Sav says before strumming her guitar strings.
Savannah has a fancy espresso machine and prefers her morning lattes, but I’m not sold on them, so we bought a regular drip coffee pot online. She makes me use her imported coffee beans and grind them myself, though.
When did you become a coffee snob,I’d asked her.
When I had to stop being a whiskey and cocaine snob, she’d quipped back.
Touché.
“Thank you,” I tell her, and I lean down to kiss her head before moving to the kitchen and pouring myself a cup of coffee.
I lean on the counter and drink it while looking out the window and listening to the giggles coming from the living room. Guitar chords. Laughter. More guitar. More laughter. Savannah has been scribbling in her lyric notebook every chance she gets, and she rarely goes anywhere without the acoustic right now. Her creativity and passion amaze me, and I have a hunch this album is going to be their best yet.
The front door opens, and Ziggy barrels into the room with Sharon and Red trailing behind her. Sharon’s been taking the dog for walks in the mornings and afternoons, and Red has been joining her.
“You’re still in your pjs?” Sharon says to Cameron and Brynn, then she checks her watch. “That thing you wanted to go to is in an hour, and it will take us thirty minutes to get there.”
“Oh, shoot,” Brynn says, jumping up from the couch and darting up the stairs with Cameron on her heels. “Be right back!”
