Page 140 of Rumor Has It

Chapter 30

Us

“Babe, I need you to get your parents on the move,” I say as I walk into the bedroom. “Rumor’s gonna be a hot mess by this evening.”

He stares at me, biting his lip. “Come over here. I got something for you.”

“You realize the honeymoon comes after the wedding, not twice the night before and once the day of?” I take a step toward him, and his fingers brush the side of my breast, sending chills over me.

He traps my shirt between two fingers and yanks me to him. His hands roam my body as we fall back onto the bed. His mouth smashes to mine, rolling me over on my back.

Boone hitches my leg on his hip, grinding into me with vigor and a sexy ass groan. My breath hitches when his hand rubs over my now wet panties.

“We have time for a quickie,” I say, raising up to strip my shirt over my head.

He takes my nipple into his mouth, swirling over it. He pulls away with a plop. “I like how you think. I’m locking the door. Get your panties off if you want to keep them.”

“Done.” I hook the side and slide them down. I hear the door click and raise up to watch as he drops his shorts to the floor.

He climbs between my legs, biting his lip so hard it turns a deep red. “We have to be fast and quiet.”

“Just fuck me. I’m dying here.” I gasp when he slides in, deep.

His rhythm starts slow but builds quickly. I lift my hips, allowing him deeper and his thrusts more determined. I meet his every bump and grind with my own, chasing our favorite high.

I arch my back when he hits that sweet spot, dragging out slowly and pushing back with the sweetest burn. We race to our finish as I explode over him. He fills me, spilling out as our bodies come to a stop.

“Now that’s a wedding gift.” He presses his lips to mine.

I giggle. “Tell me about it. I need another shower or mine will show up as a regift.”

“Seriously?” He chuckles. “Well, I’ll tell you what you need to do.”

“Okay?”

He leans in, kissing me sweetly. “Keep it, and let it make a baby.”

“Yeah, that’s a thought.” I grin.

He rears back. “What?”

“I mean, it’s a good idea.” I squirm out from under him, wiggling my ass as I cross the room. “If I wasn’t already pregnant.”

He leaps from the bed, sweeping me up in his arms. “Are you kidding me?”

“No, I suppose there’s something to be said for makeup sex.” I kiss him slowly and purposely.

“Who knows?” His brow furrows.

“You, no one else.” He kisses me again. “I thought we’d wait until after, you know. I’m only eight weeks, so there’s time before anyone knows.”

He nods. “I think that’s a good idea.”

I jump when there’s a knock at the door. “Gosh! Why does that always scare me?”

“Boone, get outta there. Right now! She needs to get ready, so we can get on the road,” Maisyn yells as she beats on the door.

Boone sighs. “If we ignore her, she’ll just stay out there, won’t she?”