“He loves you.”
“I know. I’m just worried about him.”
“Keep me updated.”
“Okay. Now shush. This is the part where Judd Nelson pushes his face into Molly’s crotch. It’s hilarious.”
“I didn’t realize it was porn.”
“You’re gross.”
Chapter Twelve
“Hey, man.” Logan claps me on the shoulder and shakes my hand. We’re standing in the airport, at the baggage claim carousel that has Mer’s flight number listed for pick up. They landed five minutes ago, and I can’t wait for her to get her sexy ass down here.
“How’s it going?”
“Good, thanks.” Logan nods and pushes his glasses up his nose. “I thought I was going to be late. Traffic was horrible.”
“Came from work?” I gesture to his suit and tie.
“Yeah. I took off early today and I’m taking the rest of the week off.”
“Good for you. Do you have plans?”
“Jax has been gone for a few days, and he’s leaving again on Friday for Vegas, so I thought I’d take some vacation time to hang with him.” He smiles shyly and loosens the top button of his dress shirt.
“Actually, I was going to talk to you about this weekend. How do you feel about meeting us down there? Jax and the girls would love it.”
Logan smiles softly. “I was going to ask you if it would be inappropriate if I surprised him. I was thinking about coming down Saturday afternoon, if that’s okay with you and your family.”
I smile widely and shake my head. “If it were Mer, you couldn’t keep me away. Feel free to come down. I’ll give you my cell number and I’ll keep you updated on where we are on Saturday so you know where to find him.”
“Thank you. Isn’t the news of Starla asking Jax and Mer to go back on tour crazy?” He shakes his head and grins, but my heart stops. Meredith didn’t mention this to me. She’s going back on tour?
When? Is she planning to break things off again, or does she think we’ll do the long-distance thing while she’s gone for fucking months at a time?
“They’re here!” I turn at the sound of Mer’s voice just in time to catch her mid-air. “Oh my God, I missed you so much.”
She wraps herself around me and kisses me hard before burying her face in my neck, right where she needs to be. My hands are full of lush woman as her scent floats around me, and my nerves settle some.
“Hi, baby. How was your flight?”
“Too long.”
I glance over in time to see Jax and Logan with their foreheads together and a soft smile passing between them.
“I’m happy to see you,” I whisper and kiss her cheek just as the carousel begins to spin.
“Me too.” She kisses me again, her lips linger on mine for a long minute.
“Here’s your bag, lollypop,” Jax says as I lower Mer to the floor. “And we were only gone for three days. Not three months.”
But you’ll be gone for three months in the near future?
“Bite me,” Mer says with a big smile.
“It was a long three days,” Logan adds as he links his fingers with Jax’s and raises them to his lips. “Let’s go.”
“Don’t wait up,” Jax says with a grin. “Not that you’ll be at home anyway.”
“No,” I agree with a smile and take Mer’s bag, leading her toward the parking garage. “She won’t.”
Jax winks at both of us and then the two of them set off in the other direction.
“It’s so nice that Logan came to pick Jax up,” Mer says.
“Mmm.” I don’t mention Logan surprising Jax in Vegas. It’ll be a surprise for both of them.
“It was nice of you to pick me up too,” she says and kisses my shoulder. “Thank you.”
“Anytime, baby.” I pay for our parking and toss her bag in the Jeep and soon we’re on the freeway, heading toward Mer’s apartment. “My mom is having dinner at her place tonight at around six. I believe she might have threatened to disown me if I didn’t bring you with me.”
“I’m a mess,” Mer says and looks down at her yoga pants and loose T-shirt. “I’m dressed for a flight, not dinner with my boyfriend’s family.”
“You always look beautiful, but we have time to swing by your place for a while.”
“Okay.” She takes my hand in hers and holds it tightly, and just that small touch has my cock on full alert. “How is your week going?”
“Not bad,” I reply. “Work is busy, as usual. I’ve done a little more work on your house.”
“Your house,” she replies immediately, making me grin. She can pretend all she wants that the house isn’t hers, but since the other night, there’s no question in my mind.
It’s Meredith’s house. And I’m going to live in it with her for the next sixty years.
That is, if she doesn’t dump me on my ass to go back on tour with a pop star.
Fuck me.
“Our house?” I shoot her the smile that always makes her melt and she bites her lip. I’m going to bite that lip when I get her back to her apartment.
“Your house,” she whispers.
She’s not fooling anyone.
“I’m going to take a shower,” she says when we get up to her apartment. “I have airplane grossness all over me.”
“I’ll help.” I pull her behind me to her bathroom and start the shower to let the water heat up, but instead of immediately ripping her clothes off her, I take my time. I pull her shirt and bra off and spend a few minutes kissing and nibbling her shoulders, around her breasts and down to her navel. She tugs my shirt over my head and gently sweeps her fingertips over my skin, sending goose bumps over me, making my cock even harder for her.
Jesus, I’m fucking addicted to her.
My lips trail down her stomach to her smooth pubic bone as I peel her leggings down her hips and thighs, and then hold her hand as she steps out of them.
“Two nights without you is too long,” I murmur and kiss her inner thighs, cup her bare ass in my hands and squeeze as she plunges her fingers in my hair and holds on tight.