I smiled to myself, remembering the day almost two years ago that I’d had to tell them, “Hey, I can see everything. Would you mind . . . ?”
Since then, they’d been careful about making sure the window was closed—because they were loud, too—and the curtains drawn.
I was glad Juliet had her happily ever after, but I also knew it was past time for my own. Spinning around, I walked for the bedroom door, not wanting to waste another second of the five minutes I’d told him to wait.
***
“Tate, baby,” a sleepy voice whispered against my hair. “Your phone.”
Jared’s arm tightened around my back and jostled me gently awake. I blinked my eyes open, realizing that my phone was ringing on the nightstand. I lifted my head off his chest and looked down at him, my dreamy cloud not lifting from my brain as I smiled at him.
His head lay to the side, facing the French doors, and his eyes were closed as he breathed peacefully.
Reluctantly turning away, I held the sheet up to cover my chest as I reached over to grab my phone.
“Hey, what’s up?” I answered, seeing Juliet’s name on the screen. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was only six thirty in the morning. Jared and I had been asleep for only a couple of hours.
“Sorry,” she shot out. “I saw Jared’s car over there, so I’m sure you’re . . .” She hesitated just long enough to make an innuendo. “Busy,” she finished.
A grin tugged at my jaw. “Nooooo,” I drawled out. “I was sleeping. What do you want?”
She cleared her throat. “I know you wanted to work out today, but I need to cancel. I’m drained this morning, okay?”
“No problem,” I sighed, twisting my head at the sound of thunder rolling outside. “I’m not going anywhere, either. Would you text Fallon to let her know?”
“Yeah, sure.” She yawned.
If it was going to rain, then it would be a bad day for an outdoor workout anyway.
“Are you okay?” I prompted, noticing that she sounded unusually tired for a morning person.
“Yeah,” she reassured me. “Just up too late. See you in a while.”
“All right, see you later,” I told her, shivers lighting up my skin as Jared’s hand trailed up the inside of my thigh.
“Bye.” And she hung up.
I put the phone back down and looked over, seeing Jared still half asleep, his wandering hand creeping farther up my leg.
Nuzzling back into his arms, I traced the lines of his jaw and lips with my eyes. Trailing my hand down his chest and farther to his abs, I took in the script tattoo on the side of his torso that he’d gotten when I was in France five years ago—Yesterday Lasts Forever, Tomorrow Comes Never—and the Until You he’d had Aura, his tattoo artist, add more than a year later when we finally got together senior year.
He’d added more tattoos since we’d been apart.
There were two feathers on the other side of his torso, one inscribed with Trent and the other inscribed with Brothers.
And looking up on his left pec, I raised myself up, struggling for shallow breaths as I read the script.
I exist as I am, that is enough.
Right there, my quote inscribed over his heart. Happy tears sprang to my eyes. I couldn’t believe it. He’d remembered the poem.
Lowering my head, I rested over his chest, promising myself that I’d never let him go.
His hand came up and started caressing my hair as he began to stir, and I felt him brush against my leg, his arousal growing harder.
I leaned over the side of the bed, picking up my now useless lingerie, which had two hooks ripped off because he got impatient fiddling with the ribbons in his mad rush.
“I liked that stuff,” he mumbled, making me drop the lace. “Who knew I’d like you in clothes more than I liked you naked?”
I leaned up over him, shooting him an insulted look.
He barked out a laugh. “I didn’t mean that exactly,” he backtracked. “But it definitely enhanced your points of interest.”
I rolled my eyes and swung my leg over his body, straddling him as the thunder cracked through the sky.
I leaned down, whispering over his mouth. “Let me see what I can do to enhance your point of interest.”
And I snaked my way down his body, hearing him suck in a breath and grab my hair as I took him in my mouth.
***
Jared stood at the kitchen sink, looking even sexier doing dishes than he did when he worked on his car.
I’d made breakfast, and afterward he started cleaning up, just like he always did. As a kid Jared grew self-sufficient, and he was good about cleaning up, even when we had lived together for a couple of years in college. Thank goodness that hadn’t changed.
I joined him at the island and placed my dishes in the sink.
“Jax borrowed my cooler last month,” I told him, holding his hips from behind and kissing his back softly. “I’ll be right back, okay?”
We were off with a group of other drivers today for a nice cruise up to Chestnut Mountain for lunch. Even with the light drizzle outside, nothing was stopping me from making the trip. Jared with me in a car. And a long drive with music. In the rain.
A perfect day.
He twisted his head, kissing me. “My duffel is in my old room,” he muttered between kisses. “See if he can grab me a change of clothes, would you?”
I nodded, sinking into his mouth again before pulling away to leave through the back door.
Since then, they’d been careful about making sure the window was closed—because they were loud, too—and the curtains drawn.
I was glad Juliet had her happily ever after, but I also knew it was past time for my own. Spinning around, I walked for the bedroom door, not wanting to waste another second of the five minutes I’d told him to wait.
***
“Tate, baby,” a sleepy voice whispered against my hair. “Your phone.”
Jared’s arm tightened around my back and jostled me gently awake. I blinked my eyes open, realizing that my phone was ringing on the nightstand. I lifted my head off his chest and looked down at him, my dreamy cloud not lifting from my brain as I smiled at him.
His head lay to the side, facing the French doors, and his eyes were closed as he breathed peacefully.
Reluctantly turning away, I held the sheet up to cover my chest as I reached over to grab my phone.
“Hey, what’s up?” I answered, seeing Juliet’s name on the screen. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was only six thirty in the morning. Jared and I had been asleep for only a couple of hours.
“Sorry,” she shot out. “I saw Jared’s car over there, so I’m sure you’re . . .” She hesitated just long enough to make an innuendo. “Busy,” she finished.
A grin tugged at my jaw. “Nooooo,” I drawled out. “I was sleeping. What do you want?”
She cleared her throat. “I know you wanted to work out today, but I need to cancel. I’m drained this morning, okay?”
“No problem,” I sighed, twisting my head at the sound of thunder rolling outside. “I’m not going anywhere, either. Would you text Fallon to let her know?”
“Yeah, sure.” She yawned.
If it was going to rain, then it would be a bad day for an outdoor workout anyway.
“Are you okay?” I prompted, noticing that she sounded unusually tired for a morning person.
“Yeah,” she reassured me. “Just up too late. See you in a while.”
“All right, see you later,” I told her, shivers lighting up my skin as Jared’s hand trailed up the inside of my thigh.
“Bye.” And she hung up.
I put the phone back down and looked over, seeing Jared still half asleep, his wandering hand creeping farther up my leg.
Nuzzling back into his arms, I traced the lines of his jaw and lips with my eyes. Trailing my hand down his chest and farther to his abs, I took in the script tattoo on the side of his torso that he’d gotten when I was in France five years ago—Yesterday Lasts Forever, Tomorrow Comes Never—and the Until You he’d had Aura, his tattoo artist, add more than a year later when we finally got together senior year.
He’d added more tattoos since we’d been apart.
There were two feathers on the other side of his torso, one inscribed with Trent and the other inscribed with Brothers.
And looking up on his left pec, I raised myself up, struggling for shallow breaths as I read the script.
I exist as I am, that is enough.
Right there, my quote inscribed over his heart. Happy tears sprang to my eyes. I couldn’t believe it. He’d remembered the poem.
Lowering my head, I rested over his chest, promising myself that I’d never let him go.
His hand came up and started caressing my hair as he began to stir, and I felt him brush against my leg, his arousal growing harder.
I leaned over the side of the bed, picking up my now useless lingerie, which had two hooks ripped off because he got impatient fiddling with the ribbons in his mad rush.
“I liked that stuff,” he mumbled, making me drop the lace. “Who knew I’d like you in clothes more than I liked you naked?”
I leaned up over him, shooting him an insulted look.
He barked out a laugh. “I didn’t mean that exactly,” he backtracked. “But it definitely enhanced your points of interest.”
I rolled my eyes and swung my leg over his body, straddling him as the thunder cracked through the sky.
I leaned down, whispering over his mouth. “Let me see what I can do to enhance your point of interest.”
And I snaked my way down his body, hearing him suck in a breath and grab my hair as I took him in my mouth.
***
Jared stood at the kitchen sink, looking even sexier doing dishes than he did when he worked on his car.
I’d made breakfast, and afterward he started cleaning up, just like he always did. As a kid Jared grew self-sufficient, and he was good about cleaning up, even when we had lived together for a couple of years in college. Thank goodness that hadn’t changed.
I joined him at the island and placed my dishes in the sink.
“Jax borrowed my cooler last month,” I told him, holding his hips from behind and kissing his back softly. “I’ll be right back, okay?”
We were off with a group of other drivers today for a nice cruise up to Chestnut Mountain for lunch. Even with the light drizzle outside, nothing was stopping me from making the trip. Jared with me in a car. And a long drive with music. In the rain.
A perfect day.
He twisted his head, kissing me. “My duffel is in my old room,” he muttered between kisses. “See if he can grab me a change of clothes, would you?”
I nodded, sinking into his mouth again before pulling away to leave through the back door.
