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“Yes. Yes! I’ll marry you. I’ll build a house with you. I’ll have your babies. I want everything.”
With a growl, he lifts me off my feet and sweeps his tongue between my lips to find mine. My legs around his waist and somehow, I’m on my back against the sharp blades of grass. Our hands are fumbling and tearing away clothes, not stopping until he’s buried deep inside me.
We’re not fucking.
This is a promise between us as the stars spin overhead and the wild things watch from the trees. We make love where we’re going to build our future, immortalizing our passion with everyrise and dip of our bodies, every meeting of lips and skimming of hands.
Rhys puts me on top and lets me ride him with slow, deliberate rocks while he worships my breasts. He paints my skin with his tongue, and I beg him not to stop as a whole galaxy implodes behind my closed eyelids. He holds me as I shudder and milk his cock. He tells me he loves me over and over until he’s filling me with his cum. Seeds that spill out of me to become an offering to the earth.
“We should talk to our parents,” I whisper minutes later as I lie snuggled against Rhys’s side, his shoulder serving as my pillow. His arms my blanket.
“Tomorrow,” he says simply. “After the party.”
I agree.
“I’m so excited.” I go up on my elbow to peer into the shadowed place I think his face is. “I want to tell everyone.”
Rhys laughs and pulls me back to him. “Good. Me too.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
RHYS
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I open my eyes to too much sunlight and zero Addie. The place she’d been — a soft, sated bundle trapped in the folds of my arms — is empty. The sheets cool under my searching palm. One blurry-eyed peek at the open bathroom door and a follow up sweep of the room indicates that my brat has left me in my slumber and gone off to some other part of the house.
My guess — wherever her mom is. Most likely, the patio.
Groaning and rubbing my eyes, I roll off the rumpled mattress and pad a groggy path towards the bathroom for a shower.
There was a faint, pink blush in the sky when Addie and I finally unwound from each other and made the journey back. We tiptoed up to her room where she pulled me inside only to abandon me in the light of day.
I wanted to wake up with her. I wanted to see her face and make sure she hadn’t changed her mind. I wanted her to kiss me and tell me she was still excited. But she’s gone.
Frustrated and nervous in a way I haven’t been since I asked my first girlfriend out back in high school, I shower bits of dirt and grass off my skin and out of my hair. I have to do the walk of shame with a towel from her room to mine to pull on clothes.
Dressed and feeling mildly less crazy, I set off to find my woman.
Instead, I find a house in chaos. All manner of people are rushing through the place carting lumber, lights, and other items I don’t recognize. The early morning chill sweeps throughthe corridor from the open front door, following the bustle to the opposite end of the house where everything is taken out to the patio.
At the end of the hall, standing guard in front of his office with a newspaper in one hand and a steaming mug of coffee in the other, Dad glances up when I descend the stairs. Our eyes meet and he stops. Something in his expression has me pausing as well.
“What?” I say.
He shrugs and shakes his head simultaneously. “You vanished last night. You and Addie,” he adds after a heartbeat.
Addie and I agreed to tell our parents the first chance we got, but I don’t think she would want me to just blurt out that I asked her to marry me and consummated our promise all night in the field where I’m going to build our house. That feels like a sit-down type of conversation.
“We went for a walk,” I offer vaguely.
Dad takes a slow sip of his drink, dark eyes never wavering off mine over the rim. “Long walk. I’m glad you two are talking again.”
I nod, at a loss to do much else. But when seconds pass and he doesn’t say anything else, I clear my throat and ask, “Have you seen Addie?”
He studies me a second before motioning with a bump of his chin towards the kitchen.
I’m moving before I can think differently. The muffled sound of her soft laughter fills the quiet of the room and I follow it to the patio doors and the whole beehive of activities circling them as preparations are made for the evening’s events.
