Sexy Six (The Bennett Brothers 2)
“Don’t say that. Let’s pretend it’s yesterday and go back to celebrating our nuptials.”
“As much as I’d like to do that, planes don’t wait for men to have sex with their wives.”
“They should!”
“It doesn’t work that way.”
She rolls back to me, throwing her arms around my waist with such force I grunt. “What will happen if I don’t let you go? I could chain you to the bed.”
I grin at the thought. “If you want to chain me to the bed, I’m game, but in about two days, we’d have a very pissed off Shaw banging on the door with threats to kill me.”
“Humph, that sucks.”
“I agree, but it’s my deal.”
“Does it make me a bad person that a small part of me wants you to lose the divisional game next weekend, so you can get back here sooner?”
“It doesn’t make you a bad person, but be careful who you repeat it to. I have a whole
city relying on me.”
“Fine! I don’t want you to lose. It was a selfish reaction.”
“Come here.” I lift her to me, placing my lips on hers. “Be assured that every minute of every day that I’m away, I’m thinking of you, even on the field. But you’ve got a lot going on. Spend your days learning and your nights planning our wedding. Before you know it, I’ll be back here.”
She grins against my lips, slipping her tongue along the seam. Her hand trails down my chest and stomach until she slides her thumb over the tip of my dick. It starts to throb as she skims her fingernails down slowly.
Lust and desire build in her eyes, turning them a deep shade of purple. My body responds, heating at her touch. I’ll never get enough of this woman. The insatiable hunger boils so hot it’s never-ending. We’ve had more sex in the last few days than I’ve had in my life, and still, I can’t wait to be buried inside her again.
Her grin turns wicked, and she slides lower, keeping her eyes locked with mine. She licks her way down until she’s kneeling between my legs, her tongue circling my crown.
“Planes may not wait for sex, but what about a quick going away present?” Her voice hums against the sensitive skin, causing my cock to twitch.
My eyes close at the sensation, knowing exactly what’s coming next. “Yes,” is all I get out before she sucks me in deep.
I should tell her we have time because I set the alarm early with exactly this in mind, but I’m lost to all coherent thoughts.
She’ll figure it out soon enough.
Chapter 34
Grace
Doni may be a crotchety, foul-mouthed, irritable woman, but for some reason, she’s taken to me. She’s not only a gifted artist and teacher, but she’s also funny, witty, and downright brilliant. The first time I showed up at her studio, I was scared to death. She gave me one look, turned her back, muttered under her breath something about a southern belle, and told me straight up I was in for six months of hard work.
Then she proceeded to work my ass off with no mercy.
And I loved every second. During that time, she’s become one of my favorite people in the world.
My days are spent working with Doni, and my nights spent Face-timing with Nick, watching Netflix with Grandpa, and alternating between calls and texts with Bizzy, Claire, and Mom. Once Nick returned to Miami and told everyone we were engaged, the floodgates opened.
Bizzy and Claire apologized endlessly about being aloof for my first few weeks in Greece, explaining they were scared they’d ruin Nick’s surprise visit. It was easily forgivable, especially since I had to make my own apology for leaving without being honest with everyone.
All was forgiven, and I started planning a wedding.
Nick and I decided to keep our ‘marriage’ quiet and personal. Maybe one day we’d share what we did, but for now, the special memory was ours.
That is until Doni got me highly intoxicated, and I told her the story one evening. Her fortress crumbled that night, and she started showing her softer side. But I soon learned that was only for me. She was still extremely harsh to anyone else we came in contact with, which was a lot of people once she started taking me to the local galleries that sold her pieces.