Page 30 of About Last Night

“That’s how it is for me with Grant.” She rubbed her finger in a circle on my pec, looking lost in thought for a minute before she spoke again. “My parents wanted to be celebrities. They would never admit that, but it’s true. They were always going to Hollywood parties and trying to become friends with bigwigs in the entertainment industry. The first time I sang was in front of all their friends. I’d only learned to play guitar because I thought if I could perform for their friends maybe they’d be proud of me and spend more time with me. They didn’t. I performed. Their friends oohed and aahed and then my parents sent me to bed so they could keep partying. I remember going to my room and crying because I felt like nothing I did would be good enough for them. Grant came into my room and held me until the tears finally stopped. He told me they didn’t understand how special I was and that was on them, not me. He was my biggest cheerleader, and when I started getting booked for gigs, he was the one that took me. I didn’t even tell my parents because at that point I was afraid they’d only show up to see who they could rub elbows with. It wasn’t until I got really popular that they finally found out.”

“And let me guess… they wanted to show you off?”

Her lips tilted up into a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “You would be right.”

“Do you talk to them now?”

“No. I cut them off when I turned eighteen. Grant did too.”

“I’m glad you have him.” The thought of her not having anyone in her corner made my chest ache.

When she smiled this time, her eyes lit up. “Me too. He’s only a few years older than I am, but I used to tease him all the time for being my dad because truthfully he kind of was. I don’t know what I would’ve done without him.”

“Now you’ve got me too,” I murmured against her hair as I dropped a kiss there. I never wanted her to feel like she was alone again. As far as I was concerned, I would have her back until my dying breath.

I was already picturing our future too clearly. Her in a white dress, a honeymoon somewhere tropical, her stomach rounded with our children, her as a mom. I bet she’d be amazing—her heart was too big to be anything but an incredible mother. I could already picture family vacations, long nights with sick kids, watching our kids play sports or perform like their mom. For the first time in my life, I could see it all with complete clarity. And every bit of it felt right. It felt like this was where I was always meant to be, right here, holding this incredible woman in my arms and preparing to spend the rest of my life loving her with everything I had.

She pulled back enough so she could look me in the eye. “Do I have you?” Her words came out in a whisper, as if she was afraid I might still reject her after everything we’d shared over the last several days.

But I had no intention of breaking her heart. It was mine to protect, and I would protect it with everything I had.

“Completely,” I murmured before sealing my lips over hers and kissing her, hoping she could feel the depth of that word in my kiss.

BOOKS CAN’T TURN YOU ON

Wyatt

For the last hour, we’d been dozing snuggled on the couch. It had started out innocently enough with her back to my front while she read one of her steamy books out loud. I had actually been pleasantly surprised that it wasn’t all sex—there was a real story there. The characters were complex and there was even a scene where Brynn had started to tear up from the emotion the author was able to convey.

And then it got to a steamy scene, and I don’t know if it was the beautiful woman in my arms or the words themselves, but I got hard thinking about recreating the scene with Brynn. Then my hands were on her body and she was giving me those breathy sighs she did when she was getting worked up. We were naked within minutes, me thrusting inside of her as she called out my name and once again came on my cock. She was beautiful in the throes of passion, and I was quickly getting addicted to the feel of her pussy convulsing around my cock when she came.

We’d collapsed entwined together on the couch and neither of us had moved since. The sweat from our earlier exertion had dried by now, and I was relishing the simple feeling of her naked body pressed against mine. I didn’t want to move, but I knew we’d need to make dinner soon and neither of us would want to do that with the feeling of dried sweat and the smell of sex on our bodies.

I slid my hand along her spine and watched as goose bumps followed the trail of my fingers. She stirred in my arms and kissed my chest.

“Come on. Let’s get a shower and make some dinner.”

I sat up and repositioned her so I could carry her like a bride to the bathroom. Once again, I could see our future so vividly—me carrying her exactly like this on our honeymoon, or even our wedding night in between bouts of sex. My blood heated thinking about the myriad of ways I could make this woman smile, laugh, and come in the future.

Even though the bathroom itself was relatively small, I was impressed with the size of the tub and shower. It was clear a lot of money had been put into this place to make it a home away from home. I set Brynn down only long enough to pull back the white shower curtain and get the water going, making sure it wasn’t too hot. Once I found the perfect temp, I picked her back up—laughing when she squealed and smiled up at me—and stepped inside. Her lush pink lips were still tilted up in a smile as I set her on her feet and spun us so she was under the spray of the showerhead. I brushed my hands over her hair before lathering them with soap and massaging it gently into her hair. Her green eyes traced my face while I washed her hair, and her lips tilted up into an almost shy smile when I tipped her chin up with my finger so I could rinse it out.

I’d never done this for anyone else. The act felt more intimate than I’d anticipated, but it was satisfying on a bone-deep level. I knew no one took care of her like this, but she deserved to be cherished. It felt like the greatest honor I’d ever had to be the man who got to take care of her this way.

The man who finally got to help her relax and feel special.

I grabbed the washcloth draped over the side of the tub and squeezed some body wash on it before putting it under the water so I could get it lathered up. I took great care to wash every inch of her, starting from her neck and shoulders, down her arms to her fingertips, then over her chest and those beautiful breasts that always made my mouth water. I gently washed her stomach and then down between her legs, making sure not to linger there too long because I was worried she was a little sore from all of our activities.

While she hadn’t complained about any of it, I was still well aware that we’d had more sex than either of us had in a long time. Despite my rigorous workout routines, my legs and back had gotten sore after a few of the more unique positions we’d tried. I couldn’t imagine how she was feeling. I probably could’ve asked her and I trusted that she’d tell me, but part of taking care of her meant anticipating her needs without her having to always vocalize them. I’d studied her enough over the past couple of months that I’d worked with her that I knew most of her tells. But we hadn’t been having sex then. I knew when she was hungry or tired, but I was still learning the signs that her body had hit its limits.

I got on my knees and washed down one leg all the way to her pink-painted toenails before I moved to the other leg and repeated the same process. I looked up at her to check in only to find her eyes shining with the hint of tears, but the emotions swimming in her eyes didn’t make me think she was upset. She cupped my cheeks and bent down, kissing me soft and slow. They were drugging kisses that threatened to pull me under—if I hadn’t already been held captive by her.

Unable to resist her, I stood up, wrapping her up in my arms and kissing her back, dragging the kiss out and getting lost in the taste of her. She broke the kiss first, and any threat of tears was now gone only to be replaced with hunger.

“My turn,” she said with that sexy smile that had my dick harder than stone. She rotated us so I was the one under the water.

She pushed up on her toes in an attempt to shampoo my hair, and we both broke out into a little laugh when I had to duck down so she could reach. When she wore her heels, our height difference wasn’t as noticeable, but in the shower, it was impossible to miss how petite she was at five foot seven compared to my six foot five. But I really couldn’t complain about ducking down when it put me right at eye level of her perfect tits. The temptation was too much to pass up, and I sucked one of her pert nipples into my mouth, pinching it slightly with my teeth the way I knew she loved.

She let out a shuddering breath and then tugged my short hair. “Behave.”