Page 113 of Someday

Since Theo told his family everything that happened with mine, they’ve been more loving than ever. None of them has brought it up and Theo told me they wouldn’t, but they’ve sent texts and called me randomly just to tell me how happy they are that I’m back in their lives and how happy I make Theo. Callum has been bringing lumber over for the barn and everyone else has asked what they can do to help. It’s been really sweet.

I can’t think about it too much or I’m a ball of tears, but I love them all the more for the ways they’re trying to show that they’re here for me. The fact that they still trust Theo’s heart to me means everything.

Theo and Wyatt start talking about when Wyatt’s off next and when all the brothers might be able to come to work on the stables. I can’t stand near Theo and not want to rip his clothes off while this thing is inside of me, so I do my best to ignore the sensation it’s creating as I walk over to Scarlett and ask her how she’s feeling about everything. The room is already buzzing with people arriving.

“You look beautiful, by the way. Your dress is gorgeous,” I tell her.

She’s wearing a pale pink tulle dress with flowers embroidered delicately underneath.

“Did you make that dress?” I ask once I take a closer look. Scarlett makes the most exquisite lingerie, and this resembles the flowers she sometimes has in her designs.

“I did,” she says, smiling tentatively. “My first party dress…I just wanted to see if I could.”

“Uh, you definitely can. Scarlett, it’s stunning.”

“Doesn’t she look incredible?” Jamison walks up next to her, and he looks pretty great too. He whispers something to Scarlett and all I hear is, “what’s underneath…”

I grin and try to not eavesdrop.

“Hi, Sofie,” he says.

“You look so beautiful, Sofie,” Scarlett says. “I loveyourdress!”

“How are you feeling about everything?” Jamison asks her.

She hooks her arm through Jamison’s and makes a face. “I’m feeling good. I just want everyone to get here quick though. I have a feeling Grinny is going to be here any minute. Do you think she suspects anything?”

I make a face back at her. “Knowing her, probably so. But as far as I know, no one has told her.”

“You’re right. She’s probably known all along.” Scarlett laughs and so does Jamison.

“I’m not sure there are any secrets with the Golden Girls,” Jamison says, grinning at me. “Scarlett almost didn’t tell Peg and Helen until today, but we were too afraid they’d make plans and miss it if they didn’t know sooner.”

I laugh. “Peg’s social calendar is busier than mine, so that was wise.”

Another dozen people hurry through the door, and I believe it’s Mar who shouts, “Grinny’s in the parking lot.”

“Tell everyone to get inside,” Theo says to Lar, who’s the last one inside.

Lar sticks his head out and pops back in quickly, waving his arms wildly and miming that she’s coming. Pappy helps usher people in quickly, pointing where they should stand to make room.

When Grinny walks in, we all yell, “Surprise!”

Her grandkids are surrounding her, so they make sure she’s steady when she jumps and clutches her heart. She’s quiet for a moment and then laughs so hard.

If she is faking being surprised, she’s doing the best acting job I’ve ever seen. She seems truly astonished that we’re all here to celebrate her.

The music starts playing and I’m feeling a little more comfortable in my skin as Theo and I chat with people and eat. We even dance and I half expect him to turn on the vibrator then, but he doesn’t, so I relax.

It isn’t until much later, when I’m standing near the cake table after we’ve sung to Grinny and I’ve helped pass out the small plates of cake, that I am suddenly alone, holding my own plate, and I glance up, looking for Theo. As soon as my eyes meet his, he subtly holds up his phone, and standing from at least thirty feet away, he sends me spiraling into an orgasm so hard, I have to set down my cake and hold on to the table for dear life.

I make him pay for his torture when we get home. I give him the blow job of all blow jobs, working him into a frenzy and then pulling back every time he gets too close. I do it again and again and again, until he’s sweating and cursing and desperate to come. When I know he can’t take much more of this, I pop my mouth off of him, stand up, and walk out of the room.

“Sofie?” He’s incredulous at first and then when he sticks his head out of the room to see where I am, I take off running and make him chase me around the house until we’re both breathless.

I don’t make it as far as I’d hoped because of the vibrator still deep inside. I pull the part of the little contraption that brushes against my clit away from my skin for a little relief and dodge from him as best I can, laughing so hard I can’t keep running.

And then he finds his phone and we’re back to the delicious, excruciating torture when he turns the vibrator on, not bothering to ease into it at all.

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