Lainey’s family and my family both fit there. Our friends from Chicago and a few of the guys from Seattle that I’m already close with have rented out the majority of one of the lodges not too far down the road. The move to Seattle has been good for Lainey and me, and while I’ll miss the guys in Chicago, having Alex as my coach and Lainey’s family close by has been amazing. Even better, my sister is moving to Seattle for a job, so we’ll each have family close by.
I’m already getting settled in with my new team, and most of the guys are great. Apart from a couple of pains in my ass, it’s been a pretty smooth transition. Being captain of a brand-new team is daunting, but it’s also inspiring. It was a position I almost didn’t get, thanks to some hotshot named Bishop Winslow, but in the end it worked out for me. But more importantly, Lainey is happy in Seattle, and so is Kody.
And right now, based on the little whimpers and moans of encouragement, my almost wife is definitely happy.
One of Lainey’s hands disappears from my hair to grab a pillow, which means she’s about to come and she wants to muffle the sound because she’s afraid she’ll wake Kody. She’s not particularly loud in bed, but I’d like to finish what we’ve started without interruptions, so I don’t stop her.
Thirty seconds later her inner thighs clamp against my head, blocking out all sound apart from the rush of blood in my ears as she comes. As soon as her legs relax again, I kiss my way up her body and settle between her thighs, easing inside.
“The next time I make love to you, you’ll be my wife.”
“You’re a sexy fiancé, but you’re going to be an even sexier husband.” She pulls my mouth down to hers, licking inside on a low moan—partly because I’m filling her up, but also because she loves kissing me after I’ve gone down on her. For as sweet and sheltered as Lainey once was, she’s an adventure in and out of the bedroom, especially these days.
I move over her, matching the roll of her hips as I cradle the back of her head.
“I’m so glad you came back to me,” I say against her lips.
“We came back to each other.”
We kiss and cling and moan into each other’s mouths. Lainey does that thing with her tongue that always amps me up, and I shift her right leg, tucking her knee against my ribs so I can hit the spot that makes her whimper my name and dig her nails into the back of my neck.
“I love you so much.” I push up on my forearm, aware that she’s close to coming again, and I want to watch it happen, because the next time it does she’ll officially be mine forever.
She touches my cheek, eyes soft and full of need. “And I love you.” Her soft gasp is followed by “Oh God” and my name. It isn’t until the stiffness in her body eases and her hips stop jerking into mine that I change the tempo, moving faster, chasing my own orgasm.
She drags her nails down my back. “Let me finish you on top.”
I love it when she says things like that. I don’t know what it is about the phrasing, but it intimates a possessiveness that sets me off. I roll onto my back, taking her with me. She splays her hands out on my chest and rides me, hips moving in a figure eight, keeping me deep for several beats before she rises up and her ass settles on my thighs, breasts bouncing, long hair swaying down her back.
She leans down, back arching, nipples brushing my chest. “You’re so beautiful.” She bites my bottom lip. “And you’re all mine.” She grinds over me, hard and steady, squeezing me from the inside. “Every part of you is mine, just like every part of me is yours.”
I grab her by the hips, sit up, and wrap her legs around my waist, lifting and lowering her, faster, harder, until her mouth drops open. “I’m right here,” she whispers against my lips. “Come with me.”
This time we fall through the clouds one right after the other.
We stay wrapped in each other, kissing, hands caressing, for long minutes. At least until both of our phones start going off. Now that we have Kody, I upgraded the service.
We grab them, clear our throats at the same time, and laugh against each other’s shoulders as we answer our respective calls.
I can’t hear the conversation on Lainey’s end, but based on her responses I’m pretty sure the questions are the same.
“She’s yours forever as of tomorrow—you can survive without her for one night.”
My brother has a point—we’re leaving for Hawaii in two days for a weeklong trip. The grandparents are going to take care of Kody and enjoy Alaska and the cabin.