Page 46 of Sand in My Boots

I swallow the lump building in my throat. “Memory foam. Top of the line.”

“Mind if we dirty the sheets?”

“Not even a little. But you have to shower first. You’ve got sand in places that must be uncomfortable for you.” I smooth back wayward strands of hair. “But I’m also not taking any chances.” I spin her around, my hands on her ass, pushing her to my bathroom. “Take all the time you need. I’ll keep the bed warm.”

My cock twitching behind the towel, I turn and leave her there, hoping she doesn’t quite take my comment literally.

Two hours later, we’ve showered for a second time, though this one is quicker and more efficient. My overnight bag is packed with clothes for a few days.

“You got the condoms?” Juli asks, peeking out from the bathroom.

“I got a box. The rest had expired.” Whatever it implies, I’m being truthful. Though they only expired a few months ago.

“A big box?” she asks hopefully.

“We often get to Costco around here,” I deadpan. “A regular box, but there were originally twelve, so maybe there’s seven.”

Something flashes through her eyes, and if I had to guess, it would be akin to jealousy. And I get it. Hello, “there was a guy.” But there’s no changing our past. Hell, our future next week. All we can do is be present in the here and now and enjoy each other’s company.

My cock is happy with this logic. My heart, not so much.

As if it gets a say.

“Seven it is,” she responds with a little cheer.

I mentally check off what I need.

Clothes—check.

Condoms—double check.

Toothbrush—check.

Laptop—check.

Razor.

“Need to grab my razor.” I scoot past her into the bathroom, but she appears in the doorway.

“Do you need to shave? I kinda like the rugged, scruffy look you’re sporting today.”

“By Saturday, it will be an untamed disaster.”

Juli’s eyes bat. “If, say, Saturday morning you decided you needed to shave, the wedding isn’t until later in the day.”

Three days. The girl’s had her hooks in me for three. Days. And I’m already succumbing to her every whim.

“Fine.” I’ve done it before, gone longer even, but I prefer only like one or two days. Since I can, I raise the stakes for Juli. “But for that, before the wedding, I’m going down on you and leaving my mark.”

Her eyes widen, and a wicked smile appears on her dainty lips.

“You drive a hard bargain, but fair.” She holds her hand out, waiting for me to shake it. Of course, I oblige her. I can always shave mine off if needed. Her legs will be roughed up the entire time we’re at the wedding.

I can hardly wait.

Chapter 13

Juli