Page 372 of Seasons of Love
He let his head rest on his bicep, and with his free arm, he pulled me so I was half-lying on top of him. Our erections were forgotten for the moment.
“Do you ever think about that day?”
I closed my eyes, thankful for Mal’s chosen position because I didn’t want him to read my face right now. Or, well, I didn’t want him to misread me.
“Do you?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he breathed out as if he’d let go of something that was weighing him down.
“What do you think about?”
“I’m mostly confused,” he confessed. “I’m afraid that I liked it too much, worried about how Jake left and that we never had a chance to talk, and terrified that one day I may not be enough for you alone.”
“Mal, you will always be enough for me.”
I understood his worry. When we’d arrived at the Silver Sands Resort six months ago, Mal had been attracted to the guy that checked us in, Jake.
It wasn’t unusual for either me or him to notice someone we thought was sexy and comment between ourselves. Once or twice we’d talked about having some fun with a third, but when I saw how Mal looked at Jake, I knew we’d found our guy.
I couldn’t blame him. After all, I’d also felt a strange pull toward him. There was just something in his light-blue eyes that called to me.
At the time, Mal had been worried about his job interview with the resort owner, so I didn’t mention anything until breakfast the morning after.
The morning we ended up having sex with Jake in our room.
“Your eyes that day,” Mal said. “It was like you’d found something you didn’t know you were looking for. I’ve never seen you like that, and it scares me. What if you find someone or something out there that makes you feel like that? I love you so fucking much, Griff. I couldn’t bear to lose you.”
My heartbeat increased with every word he said. How did I explain to someone who was feeling insecure about our relationship that he was right, but he was also wrong?
“Mal, I love you more than life itself. If it’s just you and me for the rest of our lives as our little family of two, I will be happy. Hell, I will have lived my dream life,” I said.
“But…”
I sighed.
“You’re right. Being with Jake was special to me. Wasn’t it to you?”
“Yeah…it was. I can’t understand it. I already have you. We’re enough, aren’t we enough?”
“We are, baby. Those vows I said in front of the celebrant and our friends stood then, now, and forever. Maybe what we found was that we have more within our hearts to give. If we ever find someone that makes us feel like Jake did, we can talk about it and explore it. If not, then we are still living our happily ever after every single day, aren’t we?”
Mal put his hand on my chin to pull me up for a kiss, and this time, I wasn’t going to let his top head get in the way. His mouth had a way of removing all conscious thought from my brain, but I knew my husband well and had a trick or two up my sleeve.
“Come on,” I said, putting some space between us so I could resume all brain activity again. “Let’s jump in the shower. It’s our anniversary, so I want to suck your cock for breakfast, fuck you against the wall, and then when we’ve both forgotten our names, we can have some real food.”
“You make a compelling case. Who am I to argue?”
There were two quick knocks at the apartment door, followed by a single one. When I turned toward the door, Mal coughed.
“Are you going to answer it like that?”
I looked down at my naked body and hard cock—courtesy of my husband’s sexiness—winked, and crossed our small living room toward the door, coming back to the bedroom seconds later with a bottle of champagne on ice and two glasses.
“Please tell me there was no one on the other side of the door,” he said with a hint of possessiveness that made my cock twitch.
I shrugged teasingly as I placed the champagne bucket on the sink unit in the bathroom and started to tear the foil.
Mal put his hands on my hips from behind and bit the back of my neck at the hairline.
