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“How was the drive? Are you hungry? Grab your bags and let me at my other favorite boy.” She pats my back and kisses my cheek before releasing me.
“We will definitely eat.”
I open the trunk of my car and grab our bags while Brendon picks up Grandma and swings her around carefully while she laughs. Seymour jumps around and barks happily. The scene makes my heart happy. These little moments will be permanently branded into my heart. He puts his arm around her shoulders and walks her back to the house with the puppy, letting me carry his shit.
It’s so damn cute that I don’t argue or give him shit.
When I get inside, Mr. Butts is in Grandpa’s lap, licking his face while he laughs.
“I don’t know what you’re cooking, but it smells amazing,” Brendon says as he rubs his stomach.
“Venison stew,” she says and heads to the kitchen. “Bedrooms are made up upstairs.” She points, and I stop with both bags. Brendon looks at me, asking me what I’m going to do without words.
“Uh, we only need one.” My voice shakes, and I brace for their reaction.
Grandpa looks between the two of us and shrugs likeduh,and Grandma says, “That’s fine, pick a room then.”
Well, that was anticlimactic.
I’m not sure how to feel about that. Relieved, sure, but seriously? That’s it?
Brendon laughs at whatever expression is on my face, and I huff at him.
“I’m giving you the itchy blanket,” I tell him and head upstairs to my old room. It’s weird to stay in the guest room when I lived in this one for years.
It’s been changed a little. My posters of hockey players were taken down, but my trophies are still on the shelf Grandpa put up, and my team pictures are still framed on the wall. I’m lost in the memories I have in this room, the wins and the losses, the smiles and the tears. This room makes me proud. I’ve come so far, overcome so much, and I’m still standing.
Warmth at my back and hands on my hips have me smiling and leaning back into my husband. The love of my life.
“I love how they kept this room yours,” he says as he lays his chin on my shoulder.
I drop the bags on the floor and reach for his hands to wrap his arms around my waist. Even though we spend so much time together, I don’t get tired of him. He’s my air.
“I’m glad we’re here.” Brendon closes the little distance between us and squeezes me while I hold on to his arms.
“Me too.”
“We’re fucking after they go to bed.”
I chuckle and turn my head to look at him while I grind my ass against his dick.
“I’m sure we can work something out.”
His touch turns from comfort to arousal. In the blink of an eye he’s damn near desperate for me. It’s a high I never expected to experience. It’s romance movie shit, but it’s my life, and I love to tease him, work him up, and leave him hanging.
“I hate you,” he groans as he thrusts against me.
“You love me and my ass.”
He’s starting to pant, his cock once again hard because of me, and he digs his fingers into my skin.
“Please,” he whimpers and licks his lips. “It’ll be so quick.”
“You can wait. It’ll be worth it, I promise.” I turn in his hold, one hand sliding into his hair to pull his head back while the other slips into his underwear to cup his balls. I slam my mouth over his, swallowing his moan. His hands grip my T-shirt in tight fists on either side of my hips, but he lets me play with him. He always does.
“Such a good little slut, aren’t you? So needy but so eager to please.” I lick his upper lip and bite his lower lip. Brendon’s body is tense and so ready to come. This power he lets me have over him is intoxicating.
“Boys! Wash up for dinner!” Grandpa yells up the stairs, and Brendon almost sobs.
