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The sheet has slipped off Rick's ass.
Naturally, I ogle him. He has a great ass, and I have no willpower or desire to keep myself from admiring that part of him at length. He shouldn't sleep on his tummy if he doesn't want me to drool over his tight bottom.
After a while, I get tired of waiting for him to wake up. So I crawl half on top of him and kiss my way up his backside, starting with those fine glutes and following a trail up to his cheek. The other kind of cheek, the one on his face. When I place a firm kiss on his lips, his lids flutter open.
He blinks rapidly, scrunching up his face. "Maddie?"
"Uh-huh. Who else did you think would be crawling up your naked body?" I nibble on his chin. "Good morning, Rick."
Yawning, he tries to roll over but realizes he can't move because I'm on top of him. His lips curve into a sleepy, but still damn sexy, smile. "Good morning, Maddie."
I lay an open-mouth kiss on his shoulder. "You better have food around here because I'm starved. I might eat you if I don't get some actual food soon. Well, I'll probably devour you anyway."
"And I'd love for you to do that." He wriggles until I slide off him, then he turns onto his side. "Are you ready to meet my family today? The Dixons will be here too. My parents are good friends with their parents, and when I told Mum I was coming home—with my new girlfriend—she announced we need to have a big do. I normally don't like parties, but since I met you, I want all sorts of things I never wanted before."
"And a party is one of those things."
"We need to celebrate our relationship and the good news for my company."
"Absolutely." I sit up, stretching. "But first, we need breakfast."
We get dressed, then Rick makes me a delicious breakfast. After that, we have sex. Big surprise, right? We can't keep our hands off each other, but we also love cuddling and talking while we cuddle. Eventually, we have to get up and get dressed, again, so we can head over to the big house where the parents of the Dixon brothers live. Rick has a beautiful house, but it's not large, and he doesn't have the outdoor furniture to accommodate his friends and relatives. He can afford to buy a mansion, like one of those historic ones with five floors and umpteen rooms. But he told me he doesn't like huge houses.
I don't think I'd like living in a mansion either.
We arrive before everyone else—except, of course, the Dixons' parents since we're going to their house—but Richard's parents show up not long after us. They both hug me and say how happy they are that their son finally found the right woman. Rick points out we met two weeks ago, but they don't care.
"You haven't been serious about a girl in ages," Rick's father, Edward, says. "It's about time you settled down. We need grandchildren."
Children? Sheesh, we only admitted yesterday that we want more than a fling with each other.
But Edward is smiling, and his eyes are twinkling, so I figure he's not seriously expecting us to have a baby next week.
His wife, Pippa, clasps her hands under her chin, smiling too. "Oh Rick, I thought you'd never get married."
Married? Well, at least she didn't jump straight to grandkids. Mrs. Hunter will probably ally with my sister to start planning the wedding this afternoon.
Richard's parents are such nice people, though, that I can't be offended by anything they say. They're thrilled their son has a girlfriend, and I'm too happy to let anything unsettle me.
Do I love him? Too soon to tell. At least I now have a place to stay, but I still don't know what I'm going to do with my life. I want to be with Rick, but that's all I can say for sure. My vagabond lifestyle is all I've known for years, and it's hard to break a habit. I don't want to go anywhere, though, not without Richard Hunter.
His brother still hasn't arrived. Richard hasn't told me much at all about Nick, which only awakens the insatiable curiosity of Dr. Solberg.
I'm relaxing on a lawn chair, the kind that lets me stretch my legs out, and admiring the gorgeous, flowering bushes when the rest of the guests arrive. I hear them inside the house laughing. Richard went in there a few minutes ago to wait for his friends and his brother to show up, but he encouraged me to stay out here and "enjoy the quiet while it lasts."
Having met the Dixons, I know this will be one raucous party, especially with Reese Dixon on the premises. He's tons of fun. Rick is tons of fun too but in a different way. He's not as boisterous as Reese, and he's much less likely to make a raunchy joke.
Like I said, I'm sitting here gazing at the flowers, not paying attention to anything else.
A shadow falls over me, and I glance at the man standing beside my chair.
"Not going to ogle me from the front again?" I ask. "You're trying the sneaky side attack this time."
Though he's wearing slacks and a long-sleeve dress shirt, he sits down on the concrete patio beside me, much the way he'd sat next to my beach chair on the day we met. His shiny shoes and his clothes look nothing like what he wore back then. I'm still half-convinced he sprayed those swim briefs onto his body.
"I've been talking to your sister," he says.
"Let me guess. She's telling everyone I'm a combination of Marie Curie and Wonder Woman."
