I can’t fuck this up on the first day. Zach said that he and Hails would come clean to Dani about their relationship when the time came. I hope it doesn’t backfire on them.
“Oh no, I live here too.”
Her eyes widen. I hope that won’t be a problem. She turns away from me, and I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding with her proximity. She begins to look around the room.
“Well, I need to get in the shower and head out. Feel free to make yourself at home, and just yell if you need anything before I leave,” I tell her.
As I walk toward the bathroom, I see that she has found the collages of photos Haylee had put together and insisted we hang “to make the place homier.” She doesn’t acknowledge me leaving, but that’s okay. Here’s hoping seeing those memories doesn’t force her to run before Zach gets home. I don’t want to overstep my bounds, so I’ll give her space till he gets home. I’m not sure how I would explain to Zach and Hails if I were to come out of the shower and find the front door wide open and no sign of Dani.
Once I’m safely in the bathroom, I grip the countertop. “Get your shit together, Lawson. A girl has never affected you like this. She’s just a girl.”
There is something different about this girl; I can feel it. But what if she’s the girl? I quickly turn on the shower, shaking that thought off, and push my new roommate to the back of my mind before I end up being late for dinner.
I feel a warm body press against me—well, mainly her ass pressing into my morning wood. My arm is draped over her, just like always. I love having this woman in my arms when I fall asleep at night and when I wake up in the morning. My fingers lightly brush down her sides.
“Five more minutes,” she moans as she snuggles deeper into me.
I groan as she wiggles her ass against me. Without looking at her face, I know she’s wearing a smile, knowing what she is doing to me. My fingers trail from her side to her belly and slowly travel under her shirt—my shirt, to be exact. She loves to sleep in my shirts, and let’s be honest, I love seeing her in them. Well, I’d rather see her in nothing at all, but if she is clothed, I love her in mine.
She leans into my touch as my thumb brushes across her hardened nipples. She whines when I remove my hand from under her shirt and use it to brush the hair off her neck. My nose grazes against her skin, inhaling her vanilla scent. That scent is ingrained in my
mind for life.
Fooling around with Dani in the morning always reminds me of the first time I had her in my bed, the day that she agreed to be mine. That was one of the happiest days of my life. That is, until tomorrow, our wedding day. It seems like just yesterday she arrived on our front porch, or we shared our first kiss in the kitchen, or I was down on one knee in front of our family and friends at Lucky’s asking her to my wife.
I pepper kisses along her neck and feel her pulse increase under my tongue. Dani reaches her arm back, playing with the hairs on the nape of my neck. Her fingernails dig into my scalp, exerting a loud moan from my mouth. I welcome the burn from the grip she has on my hair, and I thrust my erection in her back.
My hand palms her stomach and slowly slides into her boy short panties, finding my girl already wet for me. She gasps as I slowly drag my fingers down her slit before sliding two fingers inside her. Once she is primed and ready, I slip her panties down her thighs and discard them to the floor before doing the same with my boxers. Dani rolls to her back, and I nestle between her legs and rub my cock back and forth across her slick center.
“This is the last time I get to do this before we’re married.”
“Well, then, Mr. Lawson, what are you wait…”
I don’t let her finish her sentence before I slide into her hard.
I walk into our en suite bathroom and lean against the doorframe, my arms and ankles crossed while I watch Dani apply the last of her makeup. She is absolutely breathtaking. I tell her all the time that she doesn’t need to wear it, and on most days, she goes for what she calls the “natural look,” but tonight is a special occasion.
“You’re gawking, babe.” Dani doesn’t even turn to me but is watching me in the mirror.
There’s no way to deny it; I was most definitely gawking at my fiancée. How could I not, though, when she’s standing at the counter in her matching lace bra and panty set, along with heels?
I close the distance between us and place one hand on her hip while the other brushes her brown curly hair off the side of her shoulder.
“Can you blame me? I mean, look at how gorgeous you are. I am the luckiest man in the world.” My fingers trace her exposed collarbone, and she visibly shivers.
I love the way I affect her. I press soft kisses along her shoulder and work my way up to her sweet spot. Dani squirms out of my arms and spins around to face me. She places her manicured hand on my chest and pushes me back. I frown at the distance between us.
“Uh-uh. We are not about to be late for our rehearsal dinner. I need to finish getting ready.” She eyes me up and down and raises her eyebrows at me. “And it looks like you do too.”
I move to the side and look in the mirror, messing with my hair a little bit. “What are you talking about? I look sexy. Don’t I?”
She nibbles on her lip.
I wrap my arms around her and rest my chin on her bare shoulder. “We are the best-looking couple around.”
She throws her head back in laughter. “Don’t let my brother hear you say that. You know he would beg to differ.”
My best friend is hilarious. He comes off cocky, but he really is the nicest and sweetest guy I know. I admire the way he is with his wife and daughter, and I hope that I can be half the man he is. It’s crazy to think about the revolving door of women I saw Zach with—never the same girl twice—when we first met to now. He lives and breathes those two girls. Every time I see Dani holding our goddaughter, I can’t help but imagine how amazing she will be as a mother, how beautiful she will look with her growing belly.