“Chace –” I started but his hand at my neck pulled me to him and up. His other arm curled around my waist then his mouth was on mine and I had no choice (though I wouldn’t pick another one) but to neck in the grocery store aisle with Chace where he first saw me.
When he was done, he turned me toward the handle of our cart, moved in behind me and put his arms around me, his hands beside mine on the handle. He started us forward and I wasn’t embarrassed even though other patrons were grinning at me.
No, all I could process was thinking grocery shopping was simple. It was every day.
But it was one of the best things you could ever do.
*
Chace
Five hours later
In his sleep, Chace sensed the light going out.
Faye was done reading.
Before he could hook her around the waist, he felt her shift into him.
He knew what that meant.
Her hand glided up his hip to his waist.
He knew what that meant too.
He grinned, curled his arms around her and rolled to his back, taking her with him.
Her mouth went to his neck.
“Done?” he whispered into her ear.
“Kind of,” she muttered against his neck, her lips gliding down.
His hands slid over the satin of her nightie at her back. “You wanna use me, honey, you gotta do all the work. I’m wiped.”
Her lips slid up as her hand stopped playing with his chest hair and moved up his chest, his neck and her thumb came out to stroke his jaw.
“That’s too bad,” she whispered in his ear. “Because, see, the hero in my book just did all this stuff to the heroine while she was naked and on her knees then –”
She shut up because Chace’s arms closed tight around her, he sat up and cats scattered.
The instant he was up, he growled, “On your knees.”
“You sure?” she asked, her musical voice lilting and playful, cute and fucking hot. “If you’re tired we can sleep.”
He lifted her off him and planted her in the bed on her knees.
Then he shifted to his knees behind her, his hands moved to the hem of her nightie, he yanked it up and off and felt her soft, sweet gasp in his dick.
Then his hands glided from her waist to her belly, one going up, one going down.
“You wanna act it out or wing it?” he asked the skin of her neck.
“Wing it,” she breathed when his hands hit two particular spots.
He grinned then muttered, “Right, baby.”
Then he winged it.
Half an hour later, they came simultaneously, Faye impaled on his cock, her head twisted, forehead pressed into his neck, one of his arms wrapped around her belly, his other hand at her breast, his eyes aimed over her shoulder and down, watching her touch herself while he fucked her.
It was sensational.
Then again, with Faye, from the very beginning, it always was.
*
Months later, the night before Chace and Faye’s wedding
“Told you, you’d make it legal,” Deck said.
Deck was sitting beside him in a rocker on his front porch, his feet, like Chace’s, up on the railing, legs straight, ankles crossed.
They were both staring at the dark plain, the hazy lights of Carnal the only thing that lit it. He hadn’t even turned the porch light on.
Chace didn’t reply.
“You didn’t waste any time, brother,” Deck continued.
Chace disagreed. After pulling his girl out of that box, he wanted to marry her the next day. A year and six weeks’ wait was way too fucking long. Faye agreed, they’d talked about a Christmas wedding and were both all for that until Liza stuck her nose in. Then their small, intimate Christmas wedding somehow became a huge, summer wedding and that somehow, Chace reckoned, was because his Faye actually wanted that and more, she liked planning her wedding with her sister. They were having a blast. So he let it go.
He also let it go because Liza could be pushy and nosy but she also loved her sister and Faye had an idea of exactly what she wanted. Which was exactly what she was going to get, Liza was making sure of that.
Therefore, at that moment, in his backyard there was a floating deck with an arch sitting on the spot where Faye had been buried and tomorrow they’d stand on it and get married.
Faye’s idea, her way of getting rid of that memory.
It was a good way.
Also tomorrow, tables, chairs, tents, a dance floor, another floating deck that would hold DJ equipment and a shit load of flowers and bunting would be delivered.
Luckily, Silas Goodknight was a smart man who loved his daughters deeply. Therefore, he’d been saving for a good long time to give them the weddings they wanted. Not to mention, Chace’s Mom had horned in and demanded to pay for the cake, catering and booze. After a word from Faye, Silas had given in. So the hit Chace’s trust fund took to take care of Miah and Becky didn’t mean his girl wouldn’t have exactly what she wanted on her day and they’d have to worry about their kids’ educations.
She would have what she wanted.
Exactly.
Everything she wanted.