Page 220 of The Reason I Married Him
“Good.” She kisses my cheek and then rests her head against me again. “Were your parents writers?”
“No,” I answer. “But Dad has always been an amazing storyteller. I think he could have been an author if he was afforded the luxury to do something with his talents. But back then, he was trying to make money, have a career, and follow along with what his buddies were doing. He went into software engineering, and it worked for him. He had a solid career, but on the weekends, when he was hanging with friends, he’d be the most entertaining of the group.”
“That’s who you get it from.”
“Yup,” I say. “Whereas my mom is more of the quiet one but will lay you down with an unexpected zinger. She’s quiet and hardworking but also knows how to have a good time. Kind of like you.”
“You believe I know how to have a good time?” she asks.
“Yeah, babe. I wouldn’t be hanging out with you if you didn’t.”
“Wow,” she says, making me laugh.
“I was going to say . . . yeah, you know how to have a good time, given what we did on the couch this morning, but I didn’t want you to think that’s the kind of good time my mom was having. The correlation felt off. But if we were to separate the two, I’d say your good time this morning shows just how much fun you can have.”
She lifts up to look at me. “That’s the first time I’ve ever done that position.”
“Well, it was fucking hot. Did you like it?”
“A lot,” she says.
“Good to know.” I tug on a piece of her hair. “What else do you like?”
“Are you really going to ask about sex positions when we’re staring at this beautiful lake?”
“Are the tiny waves lapping at the edge not reminding you of anything?”
She pushes up from me to look me in the eyes. “No. What would it remind me of?”
“The sound . . .” I drag out.
“The sound of what?”
I look her dead in the eyes. “Uh, the sound of your wet pussy?”
“Oh . . . my . . . God,” she replies as I start laughing as she stares at me horrified. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
I laugh so hard I scare a pigeon. Wiping my eyes, I ask, “That doesn’t sound familiar? Because it’s bringing all kinds of memories back to my mind.”
“You have serious issues, Wyatt,” she says as she attempts to stand, but I pull her in close before she can get anywhere.
“Can’t run away now, babe, we’re married. That means you must stick with me through all of my insanity. Aren’t you lucky?”
“Somehow, I’m thinking I’m not.”
“And you toldme all you could make in the kitchen is peanut butter and jelly,” Aubree says as she sits on the counter, looking adorable in my sweatshirt.
I finish sprinkling some cheese on the noodles and sauce I placed in a baking pan and then wipe my fingers on a dish towel. “This is me trying to impress you as your new husband. If it tastes like shit, please forget I ever attempted this.”
She chuckles as I place the baking pan in the oven and set a timer. “Well, I’m impressed so far. Smells good and looks good.”
“Remember that when you’re eating that.” I spread her legs and move in right in front of her as I place my hands on her hips. “Did you like that I took my shirt off for you so you got a show while I was cooking?”
She rolls her eyes. “It was not necessary.”
“But . . .” I encourage her to continue.
The corner of her lip tilts up. “But it was nice.”
