Bedroom Games
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“You’re right,” he said sarcastically, “I should have let you go to the end knowing that it wouldn’t make a difference and that the prize money would end up exactly the same, and let the jury tear you a new one on national TV. Gee, Kandis, that would have been so fun. I wish I had done it so I could see you cry, and then I could get all ragey and Hulk-Smash on everyone there. That would have gone over well.”
Darn it, I couldn’t stay mad at the guy. I wiggled on top of him, rolling my hips against his erection. “So you would have gotten mad if they’d torn into me?”
“I would have totally messed shit up. Throwing chairs, knocking out teeth, you name it.”
“That is so sexy.”
He wiggled his eyebrows at me. “Am I forgiven?”
“Not entirely.” I flashed the ring at him. “But this goes a long way.”
“I love you,” he said, utterly serious. “I really, really love you. And we’re going to use that money to help your mom. You know that, right?”
Tears pricked my eyes again. Man, I was just a crying idiot lately. “I love you too, you big schemer.”
~~ * ~~
Sometime around dawn, after rounds of torrid make-up sex, we lay in bed together, our fingers laced. Brodie was tracing delicate patterns on the skin of my shoulder.
I snuggled against him, feeling sated and incredibly happy. “Your apartment is in Oklahoma, right? Mine’s in Kentucky. So where do we go from here?”
“Well,” he said, and he leaned in to kiss my shoulder where he’d been touching it. “I’m happy to go anywhere you are as long as it involves an altar, conjugal living quarters, and room for a small dog.”
I laughed. “A dog?”
“Yeah, we gotta get a dog. Practice for having kids down the road or something.”
I snorted. “Let’s make that a lot further down the road, okay?”
“You bet, baby.” He smoothed a lock of hair away from my face. “So did the producers contact you yet?”
I rolled over in bed to face him. “Contact me about what?”
“Endurance Island.” He wagged his eyebrows at me. “They’re casting a Power Couples season, and they’re bringing back people from other shows. They asked me if we were interested. I told them I’d have to talk it over with my wife, of course.”
“You told them I’d be your wife?”
“Well, I was hopeful.” He grinned, unrepentant. “No sense in being a pessimist.”
I reached out and tickled his sides as punishment, enjoying his squirming. “Your wife wants to know what the prize is.”
He considered for a moment. “I think Endurance Island has a two-million-dollar prize.”
“Hmm. That’s a million for me and a million for you if we win that thing.”
“So, are you interested?”
“Do you promise not to vote me off again?”
A wicked grin curved his mouth. “No promises.”
I tickled him harder. “No deal, then!”
Brodie laughed and struggled, eventually pinning my hands with his stronger ones. “Come on. Don’t you want to use that beautiful brain and scheme your way to the money?”
I did, actually. “Only if you’re at my side the entire time.”
“They’d have to pry me away from you with a crowbar.” He leaned in and kissed me again. “It’s you and me always, or no deal.”
“You and me,” I breathed. “Always. That sounds pretty good.”
“It sounds fucking amazing.”
It did at that.
** The End **
Darn it, I couldn’t stay mad at the guy. I wiggled on top of him, rolling my hips against his erection. “So you would have gotten mad if they’d torn into me?”
“I would have totally messed shit up. Throwing chairs, knocking out teeth, you name it.”
“That is so sexy.”
He wiggled his eyebrows at me. “Am I forgiven?”
“Not entirely.” I flashed the ring at him. “But this goes a long way.”
“I love you,” he said, utterly serious. “I really, really love you. And we’re going to use that money to help your mom. You know that, right?”
Tears pricked my eyes again. Man, I was just a crying idiot lately. “I love you too, you big schemer.”
~~ * ~~
Sometime around dawn, after rounds of torrid make-up sex, we lay in bed together, our fingers laced. Brodie was tracing delicate patterns on the skin of my shoulder.
I snuggled against him, feeling sated and incredibly happy. “Your apartment is in Oklahoma, right? Mine’s in Kentucky. So where do we go from here?”
“Well,” he said, and he leaned in to kiss my shoulder where he’d been touching it. “I’m happy to go anywhere you are as long as it involves an altar, conjugal living quarters, and room for a small dog.”
I laughed. “A dog?”
“Yeah, we gotta get a dog. Practice for having kids down the road or something.”
I snorted. “Let’s make that a lot further down the road, okay?”
“You bet, baby.” He smoothed a lock of hair away from my face. “So did the producers contact you yet?”
I rolled over in bed to face him. “Contact me about what?”
“Endurance Island.” He wagged his eyebrows at me. “They’re casting a Power Couples season, and they’re bringing back people from other shows. They asked me if we were interested. I told them I’d have to talk it over with my wife, of course.”
“You told them I’d be your wife?”
“Well, I was hopeful.” He grinned, unrepentant. “No sense in being a pessimist.”
I reached out and tickled his sides as punishment, enjoying his squirming. “Your wife wants to know what the prize is.”
He considered for a moment. “I think Endurance Island has a two-million-dollar prize.”
“Hmm. That’s a million for me and a million for you if we win that thing.”
“So, are you interested?”
“Do you promise not to vote me off again?”
A wicked grin curved his mouth. “No promises.”
I tickled him harder. “No deal, then!”
Brodie laughed and struggled, eventually pinning my hands with his stronger ones. “Come on. Don’t you want to use that beautiful brain and scheme your way to the money?”
I did, actually. “Only if you’re at my side the entire time.”
“They’d have to pry me away from you with a crowbar.” He leaned in and kissed me again. “It’s you and me always, or no deal.”
“You and me,” I breathed. “Always. That sounds pretty good.”
“It sounds fucking amazing.”
It did at that.
** The End **
