Page 75 of The Clover Chapel (Jamison Valley 2)
“Nick,” I gasped and squirmed.
He circled his thumb again before throwing me down onto his bed.
One swift movement and my dress was riding up my waist and my panties were somewhere on the floor. Nick’s mouth was latched onto me and one finger was stroking inside.
My legs were quaking and I was almost there when he lifted his head an inch and murmured, “I’m sorry, Emmy.”
He didn’t wait for my reply before getting back to it, making me come hard and long with his mouth and then again with his cock.
When we were both spent and curled in for sleep, I whispered his reprieve. “You are completely forgiven.”
Smiling, I fell asleep with the sounds of his laughter ringing in my ears.
“Let’s go, Emmy!” Nick called from the foyer.
“Three minutes!” I yelled back.
Shit.
I needed thirty-three minutes.
I was running late to Rowen Cleary’s birthday party because I’d been so consumed with wrapping her gift that I’d lost track of time and had hopped into the shower an hour behind schedule.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I muttered to myself, swiping on my makeup. On the bright side, at least I was dressed. Picking an outfit was often my most time-consuming process.
“Sorry,” I told Nick after I climbed into his truck, thirty minutes later.
Grabbing my hand, he laced his fingers with mine and brought them to his lips. I loved the soft scrape of his beard against my skin. “It’s okay. We don’t have to be there until three.”
“What? You told me two thirty!”
He just kept grinning. “You’re notoriously late, Wife. And it’s going to take us a while to get there.”
“The drive is five minutes. Do we have to go into town for something?” I asked. We had already bought the beer and wine. Rowen’s present was in the back. What else did we need?
“We’ll need the extra time to walk. You’ll see,” he said.
Nick was not wrong. We parked and had to walk down the entire length of the gravel drive to the farmhouse. Cars were lined up along both sides all the way back to the paved county road. Apparently, the whole town of Prescott had been invited to a six-year-old’s birthday party.
“Wow,” I said as we reached the house. The garage was open and full of people, and through the farmhouse’s windows I saw that the house was packed too.
“Gigi has a tendency to go overboard,” Nick said. “Jess told me yesterday that she’s been decorating all week. He’s pretty happy she’s going back to work soon. Then the parties will go back to their normal level of over the top. Not this fucking insanity.”
I wouldn’t classify the party as insane but it was certainly festive. The party was princess themed with an abundance of pink and purple decorations scattered throughout the house and garage. Balloons. Streamers. Banners. Gigi had even found a couple life-size princess cardboard cutouts to set up by the present and cupcake tables.
The guests were decorated too. All of the women were wearing crowns or tiaras and the men were given pink beer cozies. Rowen was in a full princess costume complete with plastic heels and satin gloves.
Wandering through the house and garage, Nick and I made our way through the crowd while he introduced me to the many guests. Thankfully, years of galas and parties had prepared me for just this moment. I could finally put my name-memorization skills to use in Prescott.
Unlike the kidnapping anniversary party from a month ago, Nick stayed close to my side all afternoon and evening. If we were walking around, he’d hold my hand. If we were standing, his arm was around my shoulders so that I could wrap my arm around his lower back and tuck my hand in his back jeans pocket.
Jess and Gigi had both visited with us briefly, but with the chaos of the party, we mostly stayed in the kitchen with Silas, Maisy and Beau. The birthday girl herself darted around the house, smiling brightly and leading around the puppy Jess had bought for her.
“How do you do it? Teach a whole room full of kids like her all day, every day?” Beau asked.
“I drink a lot at night.” I laughed.
“She’s got a gift. Some of the stuff she thinks up to do with those kids is fucking brilliant,” Nick said. “Those kids are lucky to have her. Wish I would have had a teacher like that.”
