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“Yesss.” I know she’s peaked when the walls of her pussy squeeze my cock, milking me for every last drop.
“Kiss me again,” I whisper against her lips as our breathing fights to settle, every last ounce of energy completely depleted.
Juniper’s mouth falls to mine, softly, and with an unmatched tenderness. Making sure she’s secure in my arms, I spin us so that my back is against the door and slide us to the floor. She’s straddling my lap, and when our kiss ends, the side of her head rests against my chest.
“Being here with you feels right,” Juniper admits, fingers tracing my collarbone with affection. I hold her closely, nonchalantly doing some tracing of my own, my palms running across my last name along her back.
Briggs.
“Thisfeels right.” She knows what I mean, her deep exhale filling my heart with love and pride. I love her. I know I do. And I think I always have.
I know she loves me, too. I feel it every day I’m with her.
In my head, I’ve always told myself I’d meet the person I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with on a whim. Maybespeed dating. Or online. Or set up by a friend. But nothing could have prepared me to fall for my daughter’s doctor-turned-friend. A woman who would eventually equal everything good in my life.
“It feels like forever.”
“Yeah, pretty girl. It does.”
27
CREW
“Grams, I need your help.”
“What is it, honey? Is everything okay with Adeline? I can be there in minutes, just say the word.” Panic fills my ears through the phone, but I don’t exactly have time to explain if I want to pull this off.
My voice drops low. “Yes. Sorry to worry you. I just…I need your help making pancakes.”
Loud, high-pitched laughter now pierces my ears. “What on earth are you talkin’ about, boy? You’ve never been able to cook to save your life. Why start now?”
I look down at my outfit, my once clean sweats and plain black tee are now covered in powdered pancake mix. I cut open the bag, excited to get started, while Juniper was asleep, not realizing a huge poof would explode in my face. Or all over my body, for that matter.
And yes, I used the prepackaged shit because I’m a rookie.
“It’s for Juniper. She taught Addie and me a while back, but swear to God, all I can remember is butter.”
“Now, no swearing to God, but I suppose I can help you. Juniper, you say…” Grams coos, and I can hear Gramps in the background asking jumbled questions.
“Yes, Grams. I’m crazy about her and wanted to do something special, like make her breakfast. Now, I’ve got powdered mix and clumpy batter all over me without an edible pancake in sight.”
“Jed, it’s happening! Crew’s gonna shack up with Junie!” Grams shouts on the other line, making me chuckle. “Okay, I’ll help ya. You got an electric hand mixer in that big kitchen of yours? Sure will save you some time.”
I search the lower cabinets near the sink, and I’m ashamed to admit how little I know about what I actually own in this house. Vanna uses these things most of the time, not me. I want to change that.
“Does it have a whisk on the end?” I ask, hopeful I found it.
“That’s the one. Put it together and plug it in. Let me know when you’re done.”
I follow her instructions, securing the glass bowl and ingredients to set up my mixing station. If this doesn’t tell Juniper I’m crazy about her, I don’t know what will.
Not only did she surprise me at my away game and give me the best night of my life, she also agreed to spend the weekend with me at my house since Addie’s with Hil.
Having this alone time with her has been sacred, and I couldn’t think of a better way to spend our last morning together before the week than by attempting to make breakfast for her.
“Okay. I’m ready.”
“Now, don’t forget to turn the griddle on.”
