Page 169 of Butter My Biscuit

Harrison nods, and then we get out of the truck. As soon as he’s in front of me, he lifts me in his arms again, then takes the steps to the house. Harrison reaches forward, then kicks the door open. The place is empty, except for his bed that’s set up in the bedroom. He sets me on the mattress, and I push myself up on my elbows, drinking in my husband. Every single inch as he unbuttons his jacket, then throws it on the floor.

Harrison is on me, and we’re desperate for each other all over again.

“Tonight, I plan on worshipping every inch of you, my queen.”

“I kinda like the title upgrade.” I lift a brow, remembering the last time he called me that.

“I tried it out the first time you crossed the line, but it was official when you became my wife,” he whispers, kissing my shoulder, then sliding off my dress. “I can never get enough of you,” he says.

“Good thing because I can’t either. You’re under my skin.”

“And I always will be,” he promises as his eyes trail over my naked body.

40

HARRISON

Remi looks at me and shakes her head as I carry a box of Grace’s shit out to my truck. When I return, she’s sitting on the couch, typing something—probably chatting with Kinsley, if I had to guess. I stand in the living room with my hands in my pockets. Grace is still packing all of her clothes, but wanted to go through and donate stuff she doesn’t wear anymore since we won’t have tons of closet space in the house.

“Are you really pissed at me?” I ask my sister with my arms crossed over my chest.

“Yes. You stole the best roommate in the entire world from me.”

“We’re married now. Of course I did,” I explain. “Also, she was my best friend first.”

Remi does the hand puppet and mocks me.

“And don’t worry; I’m on the hunt for a new roommate, and until that happens, I’m paying half the bills,” I explain to her again. It’s kinda my fault that Grace is leaving, and I don’t want to put her in a bind or force her to move back home with my parents again. “Oh, what about Haley?”

“No, she can’t. Her lease ends in six months. Bad timing.” She sighs. “Maybe I’ll move in with Colt in the stinky man’s house, though I’m not sure I want to sleep in your old room. I can only imagine what happened in there over the years.”

I chuckle. “Shut the fuck up. Not any worse than what’s been happening in your roomhere.”

Her gaze meets mine, but it’s stone-cold. If there is one good thing about her, she doesn’t wear her emotions on her sleeve. It’s almost impossible to know what she’s thinking—unlike Kinsley, who’s an open book. They’re alike in many ways, but also complete opposites. I want to ask her about Cash, but she’d deny it. No way she’d admit shit.

I clear my voice. “Well, if you move in with Colt, maybe you two could start wearing the same outfits again, like how Ma used to dress you when you were kids. It would beadorable. Colt and Remington … the twins would be back together again.”

“You really love getting on my nerves, don’t you?”

My laugh bounces off the walls. “Yeah, I actually do.”

“The twin thing isn’t cute when you’re in your late twenties. I don’t need him or Kinsley oryouin my business.”

I shrug, zeroing in on her. “It’s fine because I’mma find out who you’ve been sneaking around with.”

“Can you please, for once, mind your own damn business?”

I can tell she’s growing frustrated with me, but what are siblings for?

“Oh, by the way, you only have seven favors out of ten left,” I tell her.

“Actually, I still have ten because I have several banked.” Her voice drops to a whisper. “You promised if I texted you about your bestie, I’d earn some favors. Remember?”

Grace enters, holding two dresses in her hand, saving Remi and stealing all of my attention away. “What are y’all talking about?” My wife looks between us.

“Oh, just Remi reminding me about all the favors I owed her from when she’d tell me when you were upset,” I say, smirking.

“You’re a dick.” My sister slams her phone down. “Sorry, Grace. He literally paid me in IOUs, and you know those are gold around here.”

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