She ran her nails down my back, then she grabbed my hips and begged, “More.”
I knew she needed that final drive to push her over the edge. Fuck, I needed it too. I grabbed the very top of the roof and used it as leverage as I shifted the angle, so I was rubbing against her in just the right spot. Anna’s eyes rolled back in her head as she gasped. Then she started panting and murmuring, “Yes, right there…don’t stop…yes…”
I wasn’t about to stop, because I was getting fucking close too. Anna exploded first, and she let out a cry that I was sure somebody would hear. I lifted my gaze to the party, and just as I did, I hit my peak. As the glory of releasing all that built-up tension sent shockwaves of pleasure through me, my eyes drifted over the oblivious crowd. Awe…some.
When my gaze drifted back down to my wife, she was tenderly smiling at me. Cupping my cheek, she told me, “It’s always so amazing with you. Every time blows my mind.”
Moving to her side, I thanked the slight chill in the air; it cooled off my heated skin. “Every fucking time,” I agreed, closing my eyes. It was right about then that I heard an odd sound, like shoes dragging across the dirt.
I opened my eyes just in time to see my pants slip from the peak of the roof. Sitting up, I leaned over the edge and tried to catch them, but I missed. Weighted down by my belt and the massive amount of crap in my pockets, my pants continued tumbling down the side of the roof, landing on the patio, right behind Kellan.
“Hey, Kell,” I whispered.
Looking around, Kellan seemed confused about where my voice was going from. “Griff? Where are you?”
“Behind you, dude. Up here.”
Turning, he glanced up at me, peeking over the edge of the roof peak. “What the hell are you doing…? Oh…never mind. Hey, Anna.”
Turning over onto her stomach, Anna leaned over the edge and wriggled her fingers at him. “Hey, Kellan.”
I pointed to my pants on the ground. “Wanna toss those up here?”
Kellan got a devilish look on his face. “What if I say no?”
Balancing myself on the slanted roof, I shrugged and stood up. “Then I’ll just hop down and get them myself.”
Kellan shielded his eyes with both hands. He needed both of them too…I was an impressive fucker. “Goddammit, Griff. Okay, hold on.” He chucked my pants at me, and leaning out, I caught them.
As I laughed at Kellan turning away from me in disgust, I picked up a foot to put my pants on; knowing I might get lucky later, I’d decided to go commando tonight. Before I could slip them on though, Anna grabbed them away from me. “Not so fast. First you need to kiss me and tell me you’ll love me forever.”
Smiling, I knelt down on the blanket she was lying on. “Mrs. Anna Hancock…you are my best friend, my partner in crime, my reason for living, and the only thing that really matters to me. Forever only scratches the surface of how long I’ll love you.”
I wanted to stab myself in the throat for how sappy I sounded, but I meant every word, and I wanted Anna to hear them. She teared up as she whispered, “I love you too. So much…I never thought I could love anyone this much.”
I leaned down to kiss her. Our lips moved together softly, but the intensity quickly began to build and my body instantly sprang to life. Grabbing my pants out of Anna’s hands, I tossed them over the side of the roof again. We didn’t need them.
I heard about three people cursing my name, but I ignored them all. Anna was the only thing that mattered to me. She was always the only thing that really mattered, and I was never letting her go again.
About the Author
S. C. Stephens is a #1 New York Times bestselling author who spends her every free moment creating stories that are packed with emotion and heavy on romance. In addition to writing, she enjoys spending lazy afternoons in the sun reading, listening to music, watching movies, and spending time with her friends and family. She and her two children reside in the Pacific Northwest.