“You’re welcome. And you owe me.” I stood from the bed again and looked out at the turquoise water. If it weren’t for the sun, it might have looked like it went on forever.
He sighed. “I’m completely unsure how my watching your cat has ended in me owing you another favor, but I don’t even care. As long as this day ends without bloodshed or blue balls, I’ll count it as a very difficult win.”
My eyebrows pinched together, and I turned to the sound of Georgie in the bathroom door. “I don’t know, I don’t want to know, I don’t need to know. Just take care of it,” I said in vague dismissal.
Thatch laughed yet again in my ear. “Break it to her easy, K. Probably best if you mumble it while your mouth is otherwise occup—”
“Bye,” I interrupted, pulling the phone from my ear and hanging up before he could say anything else.
“Who was that?” Georgie asked, cinching her towel tighter around her body. This definitely wasn’t the way I wanted to start the second part of our day. I had a special dinner planned, and I wanted my wife nothing but sated, sassy, and seductive. If she knew about Walter, all of those things would go straight to hell.
“Thatch,” I muttered, turning around to set my phone on the nightstand and gathering my thoughts on how to handle this.
“Is everything okay? Is Cass okay? Did Walter kill her?” she asked rapid-fire, immediately on edge. I had to smile about the last question.
“Did he kill her?” I asked with a snicker. “You know, Benny, I’m searching my brain, but all I can seem to remember is you defending him. Telling people what a sweetheart he is. Why would you think affable little Walter would do anything other than love and protect your best friend?”
Her eyes narrowed, and a foot rotated out into her fighting stance. I bit my lip to curtail a smile. “This isn’t about Walter. This is about Cassie. I love her dearly, but she’s really good at instigating and infuriating. It wouldn’t take much of her to make our softhearted cat turn.”
I shook my head and charged her, scooping her into my arms and smelling the fresh scent of her neck. She squealed but wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I tugged her towel free and spoke at the same time. “God, you’re good. Are you sure you can’t come back to work with me?”
She pulled back, pushing me off her gently and raising a brow. “Kline—”
“I know, I know. You’re happy where you are. I get it,” I surrendered, pulling her immediately back into my arms.
“Kline, we should talk about this. It’s obviously bothering you.”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I told her honestly. “I want to ignore it and everything else but you and us and our honeymoon.”
She put a hand to my jaw and looked into my eyes.
“Does it bother me?” I went on. “Yeah. Obviously, it does. But not like you’re thinking, and not to the point that I can’t put on my fucking big-boy pants and get over it. When our honeymoon is over, we’ll talk about it more. Make the compromises we need to. But for now, the only aggression I want between the two of us is between the sheets, on the deck, in the pool, in the shower—any-goddamn-where as long as our clothes are off and our bodies are as close as we can get them.”
“Baby,” she whispered, wrapping her tan, bare legs around my waist and squeezing tight.
“Let’s start now, Benny. Argue with me the only way I like it.”
“Why are you so good with words?” she replied softly as she pulled her body closer into mine.
“Business,” I told her with a wink. She laughed. “And to use as a tool to woo you.”
“I’m wooed,” she responded with a smirk. “Whatever will you use your mouth for now?”
Reaching around and under her ass, I sank the tips of my fingers right in between her legs and nibbled at her shoulder. “I was going to use it to get your pussy ready for me, but she’s already all set.”
“Um,” she mumbled through a moan. “What is ready? I mean, can you ever really be ready?”
“You’re right,” I agreed as I laid her gently on the bed and shoved my boxer briefs down my legs and stepped out of them. I stroked my cock from root to tip and back again before running the fingers of my other hand straight up the middle of her wet pussy. “There’s no way she’s ready for this,” I taunted. “My tongue is gonna tease you until you think you’re prepared. That sound good, Rose?”
She always blushed when I called her that, and when she was completely bare, the color didn’t stop at her cheeks.
Down to my knees, I scooped her legs up and over my shoulders and buried my face right in the middle. Her hips chased my tongue, and I pushed forward to make sure they didn’t have to go far.
“Mmm,” I moaned, deeply sucking in all of her sweetness. “My little flower tastes good.”