Page 17 of That Baby (That Boy 3)
"The girls out front said it was okay."
"I'm sure they did, but I don't care. I don't want you to see everything. I want you to be surprised tonight."
He leans back, supposedly taking in the lingerie, but his hands are sliding across my hip and toward my thigh.
"I think I'd rather see it all now," he says. "Anticipation is half the fun."
His lips cover mine.
"Um," I say.
"I have a sexy as hell wife," he whispers into my neck as he's kissing down it.
"Are you sure, Phillip? My stomach isn't as flat anymore."
"All I know is I can't wait to get you home and f--"
"How are we doing on sizes?" the salesgirl interrupts from outside the door.
"Can I try this chemise in a bigger size?" I ask, pulling it off and flipping it over the door.
"Of course," she says. "Be right back."
Phillip takes a step back and grins. "Naked is better." He picks up a bra and dangles it in front of me. "I'd like to see this on, though."
I slip the bra on, along with the matching teeny briefs.
"Damn," he says. "Your boobs look amazing."
He slides his hand across the top of my cleavage.
"So sexy. So gorgeous. I can't believe you're my wife."
I giggle. "You're just talking all pretty because you're hoping to get lucky tonight."
"There's no hope involved. I am lucky. You married me."
"Hmm. Totally cheesy line, but cute."
I reward him with a kiss.
Which turns hot.
"Here's the other size," the girl says, slinging it over the door.
"Thanks!" I say, ripping my lips away from Phillip's. "Alright. I don't want you to see this. Why don't you head over to the gourmet food store and buy food for our picnic tonight?"
He stays put, wraps his arms tightly around me, and slides his tongue in my mouth.
I almost forget we're in a public dressing room.
"Um, Phillip," I pull away, knowing if I keep kissing him we'll be celebrating early.
Right here.
"Later," he says, with a sexy smirk.
When we're driving home, I call Nick.
"Nick! How is the combine going?"
"Well--it's the first day."
"Actually, you don't need to answer that. Technically, I know how it's going, since Danny is texting us updates. But I would like to hear if you're having fun. Your forty-yard dash was screaming."
"I've been working out hard since the first of the year to get ready. Added muscle, speed, and we all know my kicking accuracy has always been good."
"I heard the psychological testing is tomorrow. I'm worried for you," I tease.
"Shut up. It will be fine. Danny still talking me up to Kansas City?"
"Of course. He wants you on his team again. So, how are you?"
"Alright, Jay. What do you want?"
"Phillip and I were wondering when you might be coming to visit us."
"Why?"
"Phillip met a girl he wants to set you up with."
"And how did he meet this girl?"
"He was crushing on her but since he can't have her he thought of you."
Phillip pokes my side, causing me to scream, then takes my phone.
"Dude," he says to Nick. "She's perfect for you. She works in a lingerie store."
"Ha. He says that's all he needs to hear," Phillip says to me.
Phillip puts us on speaker and continues talking to Nick. "But she's not just a hottie. She's getting her masters in criminal justice. And I'm pretty sure she could kick both our asses."
"Hmm," Nick says, noncommittally.
"Are you dating anyone?" I ask.
"She means are you hooking up with anyone on a regular basis," Phillip says loudly.
"What's this chick's name?" Nick asks.
"Does it matter?" I say.
"It does to me."
"It's Natalie," Phillip says.
Nick goes, "Hmm. I don't know."
"What were you hoping for? Gigi or Kiki? You know, shoving dollar bills down their thong is not the best way to meet women."
"Shut up," Nick says. "Or we'll talk about sex on the stairs."
"The drink?" Phillip asks.
"Yup," Nick says.
"I'm pregnant!" I yell out, to change the subject.
"What the fuck? Seriously? Did you know that Joey got Chelsea pregnant at your wedding? Does that mean you got pregnant there too? Jeez, thank god that's not catching."
"Nick! Did you hook up with someone at our wedding?"
"My lips are sealed," he says. "But, yes."
"Who?"
"It may have been one of the bridesmaids."
"One of the bridesmaids? Lisa was there with her boyfriend. Katie was definitely with Neil. Oh, my god. You didn't sleep with Phillip's sister, did you? She's married!"
"For fuck's sake, Jay. If I slept with Ashley, I'm pretty sure I would never speak of it to Phillip."
"That's right," Phillip grunts.
"Wait. Lisa was pretty drunk. You like drunk girls."
"Lisa was practically passed out. I don't like them that drunk."
"Wait, so were you. You were sleeping on the couch when we left."
"Just a little catnap," Nick says. "I rallied."
"Well, that only leaves Chelsea and--oh, no! Nicky! Macy is engaged! Her wedding is this summer!"
"Yeah, about that . . ."
"What about it?"
"Have you talked to her since you got back from the honeymoon?"
"Uh, we've texted some. Wait. Is that why she stayed in Kansas City for the rest of the week?"
"Uh, maybe."
"Nick, I went with her to pick out her weddin
g dress. Do you know how much she spent on it?"
"Eleven thousand dollars," Nick says flatly, like he's heard it many times.
"I remember you two dancing but I didn't think anything of it, since you walked up together. Was she drunk?"
"Jadyn," Phillip says, giving my knee a little slap. "Nick doesn't have any problem picking up women. And I doubt she was drunk all week."
"I know that, but I'm just so shocked. Why didn't she tell me?"
"Probably because she knew you'd react like you just did," Nick says.
"Are you two still talking? Or worse, doing? Is she still engaged?"
"It's complicated," Nick says.
"Oh boy," I say, sucking in a breath. "What does that mean?"
"It means she's trying to figure out what she wants."
"What do you want, Nick?"
"It wasn't the first time we'd hooked up," he admits.
"Really? When did you?"
"In the hot tub at our place," Phillip says. "I remember that."
"Where was I?" I ask.
"At the bar, probably," Nick says, once again warning me he knows way more than he should.
I'm not a fan of Macy's fiance. He can be kind of an asshole. So I ask, "Do you like Macy? Love her? What's she going to do?"
"It's too soon to say, but we both think there's something there. But she's feeling a lot of pressure. Her parents have put down deposits. She doesn't want to upset them. She jokingly asked if I'd want to get married this summer--at least I think she was joking. What should I do?"
I raise an eyebrow at Phillip, silently asking for his advice.
He purses his lips and thinks. Finally, he says, "Don't sleep with her again until she decides."
"Ah, man. I knew you were going to say that."
"That's because you know it's the right thing to do," Phillip says sincerely and, I swear, I fall a little more in love with him.
I squeeze his hand. He always knows the right thing to do.
"Yeah, I know," Nick sighs. "Alright, I gotta get to dinner. Talk to you later."
"Good luck with the rest of the combine, Nicky," I tell him. "Everything else will work out if it's meant to be."
When we get home, Phillip sets up the picnic in front of the fire while I go change into my first lingerie look, a sexy coral silk chemise with sheer insets.
Phillip is lying on a blanket, wearing just a pair of silky boxers.
And even though I was just thinking I was hungry, I suddenly could care less if I ever eat again. I slide onto his lap, straddling him.
"I didn't see this one in the store," he says. "You holding out on me?"
"You were probably too busy flirting with the lingerie salesgirls to notice," I tease.
"I wasn't flirting."
"But you knew her name. Her major."
