I gave her what she wanted.
We didn’t make it to the shower until much later.
And all it took was her washing my back for a repeat performance to occur.
I’d never been that clean in my life, and I was certain the shower had never seen the sorts of things that occurred in it that morning. Whatever the water bill was had been worth it.
I grinned at her over the rim of my mug. She glanced up and smiled, color flooding her cheeks. I couldn’t help my laugh. “Really, Angel? After last night and this morning, I can still make you blush by grinning at you?”
“It’s the way you’re grinning.”
“And how is that?”
“All proud and satisfied.”
I took another drink of my coffee and nodded.
“Well, I suppose I am. I’m proud of myself for making you come last night…and this morning—twice, I might add. Nothing makes a man prouder than knowing his woman is fulfilled. And so, not only does that make me satisfied, I have to say, you were pretty fucking spectacular. So, I’m feeling rather fulfilled myself.”
Her blush only deepened, which made me smile even harder. I stood, reaching over the table and grasping her neck, I kissed her hard. “You are amazing, Maggie. And you’re all mine.” I kissed her again. “Mine.”
I sat back down, raising my mug, winking at her. She picked up her plate, carrying it to the sink, then turned, studying me as she lifted her mug.
“You were pretty spectacular yourself, Sebastian.”
“I aim to please.”
“You pleased.”
“Good to know.”
She set down her mug and walked to the doorway. “And just so we’re clear?”
I raised my eyebrows in query.
“You’re mine, too.”
Those words did something to me. In a flash, I was out of my chair, chasing her up the stairs. I caught her at the top and flung her over my shoulder, carrying her back to our room.
“Gotcha!”
“I wasn’t trying very hard.”
I flung her down on the mattress, then pulled my shirt over my head.
“I’ll show you hard, baby. So hard you’ll scream.”
She opened her arms. “I expect nothing less.”
That was exactly what I gave her.
CHAPTER TWELVE
SEBASTIAN
I had no idea life could be as good as it was the next few months. Maggie and I settled into our new life together so easily, it was like breathing. She loved working at the library, and she was planning to start some courses online in the fall. I worked at the bar at night, and I had so many jobs waiting to be done, I was amazed. For a small town, the lack of knowledgeable handymen was surprising. Every time I spoke to Chris, I told him how much work there was here, hoping he would take the hint and come to check things out.
One weekend, the bar was fairly busy, but we had no sign-ups for the open mic night. Early in the evening, Maggie walked into the bar with a huge grin on her face, carrying my guitar case. Finn chuckled as he clapped me on the shoulder and informed me tonight was my night. I was so nervous, I actually shook when I climbed up on that small stage. People were talking, laughing, drinking, and enjoying themselves. I wasn’t sure they would even bother listening to me, and I thought about walking back off the stage and telling Finn to forget it.
Then my gaze found Maggie. She was sitting right in front, her hands clasped together in anticipation. She beamed at me, pride shining in her eyes. Beside her were Eleanor and Patrick; he grinned and gave me the thumbs-up. He and I had become very close the past while, and I considered him not only my uncle but my friend. Seeing the three people I cared about the most sitting, waiting for me, ready to support me, my nerves eased. I sat on the stool, adjusting the mic and strumming my guitar.
With a grin, I winked at Maggie and began to play. For the next thirty minutes, I lost myself in my music, playing song after song without a break, letting all my feelings flow through my fingers as they stroked my guitar, and my voice lifted, filling the bar. As the last notes died away, I was startled at the noise level, lifting my head and focusing on the room.
When had it filled up? And why was everyone on their feet?
I met Maggie’s gaze, the tears glistening in her eyes as she stomped and clapped, yelling for an encore. Patrick’s whooping and Eleanor’s catcalls made me blush, and grasping the mic, I dropped my head down. Finn appeared beside me, patting me on the shoulder and handing me a cold drink.
“You have more, man? More songs?”
“Yeah.” I nodded, almost draining the glass.
“Give them one more, and afterward, we need to talk about a regular night for you, my friend. You’re gonna pack them in.”