Page 229 of The Reason I Married Him
He pulls away just enough so I can catch his brows lifting in question. “You did? I must be really rubbing off on you if you’re saying nice things like that.”
I playfully pinch his side, which makes him chuckle. “I say nice things to you.”
“That’s right. This morning in the shower, you were telling me how big my cock was.”
“Oh my God, Wyatt,” I whisper before looking over my shoulder.
“She’s up in her room, sleeping.”
“Wait, what?” I ask. “Mac is already in bed?”
He nods. “Call me the Mac whisperer. After an early dinner of peanut butter and jelly, my specialty, she kicked my ass in Twister, and then she was yawning a lot, so I asked if she wanted to go to bed, and she volunteered. So yeah, she’s in bed.”
“Did you lace her peanut butter and jelly with Benadryl?”
His hands slide up my back. “I’ll never tell my secrets. But for the record and reassurance, no, I didn’t drug her.”
I chuckle. “Good to know.”
“Are you hungry? I can make you a sandwich.”
I shake my head. “Had a late lunch with Hattie and Echo. Not really hungry.”
“Are you sure? I can whip one up real quick.”
“Positive,” I say as I take his hand and lead him over to the couch, where I pull him down next to me.
“Um, I think you know where you should be sitting,” he says as he glances at his lap.
I chuckle and shake my head. “Not in my brother’s house. I don’t want him walking in thinking that we’re dry humping on his couch.”
“Are you afraid he doesn’t know you’ve lost your virginity?”
“Oh my God, no, Wyatt,” I say while he laughs. “I just don’t want him walking in and seeing me straddling your lap.”
“Hey, I just asked you to sit on my lap, not straddle. Huge difference. Although, given the voracious appetite you have for me, I can see where you have concerns. You can’t control yourself around me. That’s fair.”
My expression falls to annoyance. “You are incredibly annoying. Do you know that?”
“Yes, you tell me almost every day.” He leans in close and pops a kiss on the tip of my nose. “Now, how was your lunch with the gals?”
“The gals?” I ask.
He smirks. “Yup, the gals. Did you tell them about the stair sex? Because I still think about it. I told Laurel. I don’t think she was impressed, more disturbed with the oversharing, but I had to tell someone. I’ve never fucked on stairs before.”
“I didn’t mention the stairs,” I reply, deadpanned.
“Shame. Because that was hot, baby. Shame we don’t have stairs in the guest house because I’d do a replay. Guess we’ll just have to wait until we’re down at the cabin again. Which brings me to a question I had for us.”
“What’s that?” I ask.
He takes my hand in his and entwines our fingers. “Not moving too fast, but just thought we should talk about this, given our current living situation. Do you think we should consider other housing?”
“What do you mean?” I ask just as Ryland comes in through the front door, wearing khaki shorts, a black polo, and his hair all done. It’s sort of funny seeing him in his school gear when I’m so used to him being casual around the farm and out on the baseball field.
“Hey,” he says as he takes his shoes off and puts them in the shoe bin. “Where’s Mac?”
“Sleeping,” Wyatt says. “She was really tired, said she wanted to go to bed, and then went to bed.”
