Surrendering Series Box Set

“You should run for President the way you’re campaigning for sex right now,” I said, picking up a plastic fork and setting the container of fettuccini on my lap. It smelled like heaven.

I’d just taken my first bite when there was a knock at the door. Lucah got up to answer it and found Sloane and Ryder on the other side.

“We have food, oh,” she said, noticing the containers on the coffee table.

“I’m tired, I’m hungry, I’m crabby and I don’t have time for bullshit right now,” I said. She rolled her eyes but came in and shut the door.

“Okay, fine, fine. I get it, babe. How was work?”

“Stressful,” I said. It was like when you were a kid and your parents asked you how school was and you always said “fine.”

“I’m sorry.” She gave me a sympathetic look and sat down in the spare chair as Lucah came back to the couch. Ryder took the other chair across from Sloane.

“It’s okay. I should have been more prepared for this, actually. I should have been more prepared.” I rubbed my forehead and picked up my food again. My stomach was growling and angry and demanding carbs.

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up, Sunshine,” Lucah said. I didn’t want to talk about this anymore.

“How was everyone else’s day?” I asked loudly and then finished my first glass of wine. Lucah immediately poured another for me. Best. Fiancé. Ever.

Sloane knew me well enough to know that I needed the spotlight to be off me for a little while, so she started talking about how well her lingerie line was doing in the stores, how many reorders she’d gotten and how she was looking for a new manufacturer that could keep up with the high demand. Things were going great for her. Ryder said that his job at the gallery was going well, but he was still stuck on what to do for his art piece.

“I’ve been trying to help, but someone named My Boyfriend, is being stubborn,” Sloane said, glaring across the coffee table at him.

“Your boyfriend wants to do this on his own,” Ryder said back in the same tone. She just crossed her legs and told him to get her a glass of wine.

“Yes, S Harris,” he said, giving her a little bow.

“Cut it out, R Blythe,” she yelled at him as he got out another glass for her and brought it over.

“Thank you, Fire Crotch,” she said, tilting her face up for a kiss. He handed her the wine and seemed like he was going to kiss her, but then he licked her cheek. She screamed in disgust and almost dropped the glass of wine.

“Not on my carpet!” I yelled, taking it from her and setting it down as Sloane wiped her face off and Ryder laughed.

“Don’t get sassy with me and not expect me to retaliate,” he said, shrugging and going back to his seat.

“You are not getting any tonight,” she said, pointing her finger at him and picking up the wineglass again.

“Could you two contain yourselves?” I asked. “I’m exhausted and I have to get up and do everything again tomorrow and I just don’t have the energy for all this nonsense.”

“He started it!” Sloane yelled and I almost threw my wine at her. I would have if it wouldn’t have been a waste of good wine.

“Please. Please,” I said. Sloane crossed her arms.

“He’s still not getting any,” Sloane grumbled.

“We’ll see about that,” Ryder said under his breath.

“Okay, new topic,” Lucah said and I went back to my pasta.

~*~*~

We ended up having to kick them out so I could go to bed.

“I’m full of carbs and annoyance,” I said as Lucah carried me to bed.

“I would love for you to be full of my dick, but my guess is that I’m also not getting any tonight?” I just gave him a look.

“No big deal. Would you like me to service you?” Somehow, I’d been blessed with a man who loved going down on me just as much as he loved it when I did it to him. It was fabulous.