He bracketed her hips, but let her set the pace. Sunshine sex was officially his new favorite kind of sex. His grip tightened as her tempo increased. She arched her back, tipping her head back in abandon. He glided one hand up to cup her breast, plucking at the tip until he heard the revved growl that told him she was close. He could have easily let her go right then. She was so damn close that it would only have taken a light stroke against her clit and she’d have shattered above him.
But he didn’t want it to end quite yet. He rolled them both, never missing a thrust. He wanted her mouth, wanted her taste inside of him and around him in the blast of sunshine with her laughter. He rolled his hips, laughing when her eyes went wide and she hooked an arm around his neck. She dragged him down as he went deeper then shallow.
“You freaking tease,” she said on a shaky breath.
“You got it. I missed you, Harper. I don’t want this to end yet.”
“Are you kidding? We’ve got two more days of this.” Her voice broke as he slipped his fingers in between them.
“Two more days,” he panted. “We’ll kill each other.”
“Honeymoon reboot. I’m all for it.”
“Christ, yes.” He hooked her knee over his hip and drove down into her. “God, you feel too good.”
Her nails bit into his back. “If you stop again, I’ll never made those strawberries again.”
“Now that’s just mean.” He smiled down at her and circled her clit with his thumb until she shook, until she screamed, until his name was a hoarse cry. When he couldn’t hold back any longer, he rode out her last orgasm and let go. When her legs slid limply to the bed and he managed to catch his breath, he couldn’t hold back a wheezing laugh.
“I should ask why you’re laughing, but my thigh is still shaking from that last whopper of an orgasm. So, I gotta say, I just don’t care.”
He dropped to the bed beside her, his fingers sliding over her, unable to stay away from her.
She moaned and tried to curl into herself. “Ever heard of the term open nerve?”
He gentled his touch. She was slick with him and her combined. He lowered his mouth to her breast, sucking lightly as he teased her to the brink again. Her release was long and sweet. The kind that had started on a bus with two people fumbling into love. And now the love had created something new and exciting. He took a mental snapshot of the day. Sunshine and Harper. Love and forever. Wife and the future mother of his child.
He didn’t know exactly how they’d get to the end of this new road, but it was the start of something amazing—that much he knew.
Fourteen
Ch-Ch-Changes
“I miss the beach already.” Harper rubbed her hands together as they walked up the stairs to the house in the Hollywood Hills. More Christmas lights had been added to the railings since they’d been gone, as well as a fat wreath with a huge purple bow. It was also at least twenty degrees colder than Galveston. The last two days of their honeymoon had been unseasonably warm and perfect. So perfect she’d contemplated staying right there through the New Year.
Damn responsible nature had killed that idea.
Deacon opened the front door, dumping their duffel bag into the mudroom. The thing was filled to the brim with sand no matter how many times she’d shaken out their clothes. Music blared from the living room then went silent.
Harper grinned up at Deacon when she heard Jazz’s loud whisper for everyone to be quiet. She took his hand, dragging him into the living room.
“Surprise!” Jazz held up a sign that said, “Welcome home” with precisely seven exclamation points after it. One for every color of the rainbow.
Nick had a party horn sticking out of the side of his mouth. His face was deadpan as he blew into it, making the stupid party favor shriek. “Congratulations on fucking for a week straight.”
“God, you’re such an ass.” Simon rose off the couch, two party hats on his head like horns. “It’s congratulations on making love for a week straight.” He waggled his eyebrows. “As dirty as possible.” He crossed the room and shook Deacon’s hand, then pressed a smacking kiss on Harper’s cheek. “Way to go, blondie. You look sassy and happy.”
Harper rolled her eyes. “Gee thanks, Simon.” But she was happy. Still freaking out every other hour or so, but definitely happy.
Gray gave them a halfhearted salute from the couch. “Welcome home, guys.”
Jazz bounded over to them, hugging them both before taking Harper’s hands and dragging her to the couch. “Tell me everything.”
Nick reached next to the sofa and pulled out his acoustic, settling it into his lap. “Are we going to get a blow by blow about the whole week? Because if we are I’m going upstairs. I’d rather watch Guitar Center.”
“Then go, Mr. Rude,” Jazz said.
Nick huffed, but kept his mouth shut and strummed his guitar. Harper didn’t recognize the song. Maybe they’d actually gotten some writing done while she and Deacon had been away.
Deacon popped his knuckles. “Actually, this is really well-timed. I didn’t think I’d get all of you together at once before tomorrow. And I don’t really want to talk about this in the studio.”
Jazz tucked her feet under her legs and couldn’t stop bouncing.
Simon quirked an eyebrow. “Care to share what’s turning you into the human vibrator?”