Page 125 of The No Try Zone
“This might be the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen,” the driver says, her smile broad as she glances at us in the rearview mirror.
Sam grins at her. “You should hear how we met.”
Epilogue
NOT GOING TO lie. Waking up with Colin’s head between my legs is never going to get old. The late morning sun sends buttery strips of light into the room as I reach down to grip onto his hair. He pushes my sleep shirt up my belly and I move the covers down. He meets my gaze through heavy locks of hair falling across his forehead, his mischievous eyes a deep green.
Yeah. Never getting old.
“Good morning.” He gives a devilish grin and follows that with a leisurely lick up my center.
I moan, sinking into the mattress and opening my legs wide. “Is this what I get when you win championships?”
He pauses to answer. “This is what you get when you don’t wear panties to bed.” Another lick. “But winning championships doesn’t hurt.” Another caress against me. “Now shut up and let me make you come.”
I do. And he does. Then he kisses his way up my body, pulling the shirt off as he goes and sliding into me as I raise my knees.
He swallows my moan with his mouth, the taste of me on his tongue as my body takes him in. We move slowly, the gift of an unhurried morning.
“More,” I whisper, pushing him to roll over. He moves to his back, his hands coasting up my thighs as I sink onto him.
The groan he makes is deliciously low, vibrating against the palm I’ve laid on his chest. “Marry me.”
I swirl my hips, rising up and lowering, his hands gripping my hips to help. “We’re already married.”
“Marry me again.” He moves a hand to where we’re joined, finding my clit and pressing. “A big ceremony. The whole thing.”
I whimper softly, my movements speeding up.
He curses and throws his head back, exposing his neck. I lean down, licking it and tasting the salt of him. When my mouth claims his, he gives a plaintive sigh. I move faster.
Later that afternoon,we’re nearly ready for the celebratory picnic. I’ve changed clothes once already, but the July heat is at its pinnacle and has no mercy.
Colin looks around the backyard. “I can’t wait to move,” he grumbles.
I knock into him and grin, squinting as the bright sun tries to blind me behind his head. “Quit being a sourpuss.”
“This yard gives me PTSD,” he says, but he’s grinning right back at me.
“From last year’s team picnic?”
“Is that what you call it?” he asks. “Because I call it the day that my wife showed up and made me regret all my life choices because she was so pretty and so very, very angry with me.” He follows that with a kiss to my forehead, then a smack to my bottom.
I squeal and smack his.
“Enough of that,” comes Ollie’s voice behind me.
“Never,” Colin replies, sliding his hand into the back pocket of my linen shorts before leaning in for a kiss, which I give happily. He hums. “Never hiding my love for you, Sunshine.”
“Can you at least help with the beer?” Ollie asks.
Colin laughs. “Duty calls.”
I watch him leave with a smile on my face. The team seemed to hit a whole new level after we trounced the Lights in Vegas. They were unstoppable. I took on my new role as head PT, Kari stepped into the head PR role like she’d been doing it the whole time – which she was – and Colin and the team won match after match, including the championship. Scott was only too happy to sign Colin to a longer contract with the team. The only wrinkle, if you can call it that, was our mums’ collective reaction to our getting married and depriving them of a full-on wedding. My mum has made me promise we’ll have a giant celebration when we fly to Melbourne in a couple of weeks.
The contented smile I’d had grows bigger when Elodie walks up rubbing her stomach. She’s still in her first trimester, and even though she, Ansel and Rosie are thrilled at the new development, this little one is giving Elodie a time of it from the jump. “Hey, Mummy! How are you feeling?”
Elodie makes a face. “Nauseous.”
