Page 112 of Someday

I cross my arms over my chest, but when I shift just slightly, it feels a little too good even powered off, and I gasp. His eyes light up, but he leans over to grab his jacket and I think I’m safe. As I’m catching my breath, he holds out his hand and I take it. We walk toward the bedroom door and down the stairs, petting Fred on our way out the door. He opens the truck door for me, and I step inside, gasping again.

“How does it feel?” he asks.

“A little too good.”

He shuts the door and walks around the front of the truck to his side, turning on the vibrator on a slower speed than before. I hold on tight to the door handle and don’t have the strength to glare at him when he gets inside the truck.

“I had to drop something by the lodge right before I got home,” he says nonchalantly, and I want to shake him.

Violently.

“The place looks unbelievable. Scarlett couldn’t stop talking about how helpful you and Marlow have been. And she adores Dakota.”

I close my eyes as beads of sweat pop out on my forehead, unable to stop the low hum from deep in my throat as my orgasm builds and builds and builds.

“I love every look on you,” he goes on. “Bedhead. When you just wake up. No makeup, done up like you are tonight. You riding Chief and Lady…and Fiona. All of them.” He laughs. “That rapturous look on your face when you eat a cream cheese danish from Happy Cow or a burger from Sunny Side.”

He exhales and groans as I clench my eyes shut and let the sensations take over. And then he turns my chin to face him, and I force my eyes open.

“But I think the sight of you coming will never fail to make me go to heaven and back. Fuck, Sof.” His voice is raspy and he’s adjusting himself when I’m finally able to focus on him again. “Your look of bliss is what I live for…oh, who am I kidding? Everything about you is what I live for, always has been.”

He chuckles as he pulls into the Landmark Mountain Lodge parking lot and parks closest to the party room.

“You are so evil,” I whisper, taking a tissue from my purse and dabbing my forehead. “I’m too sated to argue with you right now. I feel boneless.”

He laughs harder. “That’s the last thing I feel.”

“We could’ve taken care of that at the house.” I point at his situation and go for a nonchalant shrug, but I’m fighting a smile too hard to pull off any pretend annoyance. “We need to get inside.” I shake my head and take another deep breath. “I’m leaving this in because we’re in a hurry and…it feels kind of nice turned off.” I giggle and then turn and point at him, leveling him with a heated glare. “But so help me, if you turn it on when we’re inside, I…I—” I shake my head. “God, I can’t even think straight. Just…” I point at him again, trying not to laugh when he does. “Behave.”

He starts whispering, “Grinny, Golden Girls…” He snaps his fingers. “Old man Cecil.” He nods, grabs a napkin from the center console to wipe the sweat off of his brow, and lifts a shoulder when I stare at him. “Gotta do something to lose the boner.” He picks up his suit jacket. “Thank God for this.”

I laugh as he gets out of the truck and puts on his jacket, and I try to get myself together before he opens my door. My legs are unsteady as we walk inside, and I hang onto his arm with my right hand as well as clutching his hand with my left before we enter the party room. With this inside me and rubbing against me with every step, I feel like I could come again if I keep walking. I turn to look at him and I know my eyes are wild.

“This is so much fun,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss me.

“I have never ever hated you, but I do right now.”

He pulls back, pretending to be wounded. “The flush in your cheeks and the way you’re starting to pant slightly tells me otherwise.”

“No, that’s the hate in visible form.” But I start laughing and the pressure I feel inside cuts off my laugh and I blow a long breath out of my mouth.

“Promise me something?”

“No,” I hiss.

“Promise you’ll let me be the one to take it out,” he says.

“What are you wanting to take out?” Wyatt asks, walking up behind us.

Color floods my cheeks and I fan my face.

“I like to be the one to take out the trash,” Theo says, all innocence.

Wyatt snorts and shakes his head. “I knew you were whipped, but damn, brother. I didn’t realize how bad it was.” He looks at me and laughs, leaning in for a hug. I hope and pray I don’t do anything to give away what’s happening underneath my dress.

“You look beautiful, Sofie,” Wyatt says, pulling back and smiling warmly at me.

“Thank you. You look great too,” I tell him.

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