Page 54 of I Got You

“You’re the first to wear it,” I admit, and Maggie’s head falls to the side just an inch. “No one’s ever worn my name and number before.”

I see understanding take effect, and she bites her bottom lip, hiding a smile. “Well, I’m glad I get to be the first. Get used to it, Grizz.”

My eyes wander to her mouth, and I give in, allowing myself to lean forward and kiss her lips like I’ve wanted to for days. I release her enough to cup her face, keeping the kiss innocent and under control while trying to ignore the immediate desire to take it much deeper and entirely inappropriate for where we are at the moment.

Her slim fingers slide into the short hairs on my neck, and it takes everything in me to not back her right up into the wall. Her soft, warm lips press against mine. Once. Twice, holding the second for just a bit longer.

As if we’re done feeding the cameras, I pull back, and Maggie hugs me tight again. I breathe her in, not knowing what’s happening. Wanting to kiss Maggie was not part of the plan.

“Ready to get out of here? The kids are waiting. We thought we’d go out to eat to celebrate.”

“Ok,” I say, trying very hard to remember why kissing my wife is a bad i

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“I knew you’d be calling.”

“Man, you could have warned a brother. You sure this isn’t legit? Those pics look awfully cozy.”

If we were together, I’d punch Mark’s smug ass. “Glad you’re entertained.”

I just left the pizza place where we ate dinner, and our phones sat ringing and dinging the entire time. I knew the news would travel fast, but this is ridiculous.

“My big bro, all grown up and married.” I hear a fake sniff. “It’s enough to bring a tear to my eye.”

“Do you have anything valuable to say?” I’m already annoyed with all the attention, and this is just the beginning.

“Ha. Yeah, how about be careful? I know you’re all conceal, don’t feel, but she’s smokin’, and since you married her, I know there’s a whole lot more to her than that.”

I choose to bypass the opportunity to rass his ass about the fact that he’s apparently watched Frozen. Even though I have Liv to thank for all of my Disney princess knowledge, I don’t have the energy to go there.

“Good game today. I caught some of it. Defense was on.” Thankfully, he’s moving on.

“We have some things to tighten up, but it was a good start.”

I hear a buzz and see Maggie’s trying to call me.

“Hey, man. Maggie’s calling. I gotta go.”

“Tell the wife I can’t wait to meet her. I’ll be out for bye week.”

“Great.” I hit the button to switch over to Maggie’s call. “Hey.”

“Where are you?” Her whisper is full of irritation.

“I stopped to get gas. Are you alright?”

She makes a noise in the back of her throat. “Seriously. You need to get your big muscle-filled butt here ASAP. You know how Hank texted me and asked if Shelby could come over?”

“Yeah.” He texted her while we were at dinner, told her he was home, and asked if his girlfriend could come over.

“Well, he knows the rules. No girls in his room. And guess what?”

“What?”

“Seriously, Shane. That little shit is in his room. Music is playing, the door is shut, and if you think I’m walking in there alone….”

“I’m not going in there.” This is where I draw a hard line.

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