Page 482 of Seasons of Love
Now, I was just proud of my smart husband, who’d saved more than the day with the best idea.
I hugged him tightly, stopping myself from showing affection in front of everyone, but Jake had no such concerns when he pulled Griff in for a kiss.
“And that is my cue to retire with my girl. Come on, Jess, let’s watch the news in the bedroom.”
We said goodbye to Frank and spent the rest of the evening in animated conversation, making plans as if we were the fantastic five. Six, if you counted Frank.
I didn’t miss the way Zak and Gabe kept looking at each other when the other wasn’t watching.
Gabe became frustrated when he realized he’d miss all the action because he was going back to college, but everyone promised to keep him updated.
Griff was visibly disappointed when Jake said he was staying at home because Zak was leaving in a couple of days, but when he took us up to his bedroom and kissed us until we were both breathless, we knew that our reunion would be well worth the wait.
25
JAKE
Four months later
“Mmhmm, such a nice ass,” I said.
“Soft, round, bitable…it’s perfection,” Griff agreed.
“Do you think we killed him?”
“It’s possible.”
“Do you think he’ll be up for a repeat later?”
“Absolutely.”
We stood in the bedroom door watching Mal. He was face-down on the bed, star-fished and completely dead to the world.
It had been a long day already, and it was only lunchtime, but we’d been up working since before dawn.
Mal and I had gone to the resort to finalize some work, and Griff had taken the opportunity to get up and work on his book.
An unexpected burst pipe put an end to our plans for the day, but Zak had insisted he’d oversee the workmen and sent us home.
A long lovemaking session and a shower later, we were all feeling a lot more relaxed, but I hadn’t been able to sleep because it was the middle of the day, and Griff had wanted to deadhead Aunt Annie’s rose bushes.
I looked behind us at the clock in the hallway.
“Should we wake him up?” I asked.
“Wait, let’s ogle him a little longer,” Griff said. “God, I could lick that salt-and-pepper fuzz on his legs all day long.”
“Right? He’s going to want a haircut soon, but I like his hair longer.”
“Word.”
“Do you think he’ll notice if we take turns eating his ass?” I asked.
“It’s lunchtime, right?” Griff shrugged.
When Mal’s foot twitched, Griff and I locked eyes and smiled. That was his giveaway. Mal couldn’t stay still in bed for long. Even when he was tired and wanted to rest, his feet seemed to have a will of their own.
He could pretend all he wanted, but we knew he’d likely heard most if not all of our conversation.
