Only her.
And as he came, he came hard, lights going off behind his lids before he braced himself to keep from squishing her, and he stilled inside of her. Gripping her leg, he moaned loudly against her mouth, but she caught it in hers, kissing him hard as her fingers threaded through his hair. Dropping her leg, he wrapped his arms around her neck, kissing her as he tried to breathe, his heart nearly coming out of his chest as he opened his eyes, meeting her gaze.
Pulling away only slightly, she whispered, “Thanks, Jenny.”
“For what? I think I’m the one who should be thanking you.”
She smiled against his lips, nibbling on them as she whispered, “But you made me forget that my family sucks.”
While he didn’t feel the same, he understood she did. “It is my job as your husband to make all the bullshit go away.”
Her lips pressed lightly against his. “Yeah, but I think you go above and beyond.”
“I do. For you.”
Her face flushed as she moved her hands along his jaw. “Can I take advantage of that?”
He scoffed. “’Cause you don’t already?” he teased, and she beamed up at him.
“I don’t!”
“I’m kidding,” he said, kissing her nose. “What do you want from me, ma chou?”
She giggled, her fingers moving along the hair of his jaw. “Your French is sexy.”
His lips dusted along hers, “Tell me what you want, ma chou.”
Her eyes glittered with happiness, and he felt good. He felt alive, and he fucking felt loved. By her. And that was enough to have him doing anything she wished. But he knew her, and she wouldn’t ask for much. As she moved her lips along his, his gut swirled with desire and love as she whispered, “Will you wash my hair?”
His grin broke as he kissed the side of her mouth. “Yes, I will.”
“And then go get my dessert? Bring it to bed? Eat it off me, maybe? Or let me eat it off you.”
“Slave driver, huh?”
“Please,” she begged, her arms squeezing around him. “For me?”
“You know my weakness,” he decided, falling out of her before turning her around into the water, taking in every single curve of her gorgeous body. “And you’re lucky I want to eat pie off that sweet ass of yours.”
She giggled happily as he reached for the shampoo. “You made my day.”
“That’s all I want,” he said as her eyes met his.
When she smiled, he felt it in his gut, and at that moment, nothing else mattered but her.
He found it was always like that when he had the chance to love her.
Wren wanted to slam her face into the counter until she was bleeding profusely and she died.
Dramatic? Yes.
Did she care? Not even kinda.
“Where the hell is Wells? Shouldn’t he be here? Dealing with this?” she finally yelled, and her mother glared back at her.
“Don’t yell, Wren. It doesn’t fix anything.”
When Jensen’s hand came to her thigh, she let out a sigh as she met his gaze. “Early grave.”
He tried to smile as he shook his head. “But, really, when is Wells coming over?”
“He and Alex went away with Alex’s family for the weekend. They’ll be back tonight. So I gotta make sure this is all well and done before he comes.”
“Fuck. My. Life,” Wren muttered as she held her face in her hands. “I feel the flower issues should fall on him. Let him deal with it.”
“No, he doesn’t need that stress!”
“Neither do you,” Wren yelled back as her mother glared at her.
“I don’t know why we’re spending all this money. He probably won’t be gay much longer,” Winston called from the counter, and Elaine exhaled hard, shaking her head.
“Anyway, you’ll both have fittings tomorrow.”
“For a wedding that is a complete waste of time,” Winston added, shaking his head.
“Dad, you aren’t helping,” Wren called out, sending a look to her father. “At all.”
He ignored her like always before looking to Jensen. “Tell her, Jenny. Wells isn’t really gay.”
Looking up, Jensen held Winston’s gaze. “He’s been gay since we were kids, Winston. I think it’s who he is.”
Winston rolled his eyes. “I swear, the boy doesn’t think. He could be getting millions. Instead, he’s letting his sister get it.”
With that, he left the kitchen as Wren glared at his back. That was the first he had mentioned of the inheritance. Yet it wasn’t directed at her, more at Wells, but she felt it coming. She didn’t trust that guy. Yeah, he was her dad, and she loved him, but damn it, something was up. It had to be. “I see he is still being difficult.”
“Difficult is the nice way of putting it,” Elaine said, shaking her head. “He’s stressing me out, Wells is doing the same, and they won’t stop fighting. It’s killing me slowly.”
Wren swallowed hard. “I told you to hire someone, Mom. You don’t have to do all this.”
“It doesn’t help that your father refuses to accept Wells is gay. Plus, your brother feels better if I do it.”
“Well then, tell him to stop fighting with Dad and help at least,” Wren announced, and Elaine tapped her hand.
“Easier said than done.” When her phone started ringing, she held up a finger. “It’s the florist. Be right back.”
Getting up, Wren rolled her eyes as she grabbed an apple, sitting back down beside Jensen. “Can we leave yet?”
Shaking his head, Jensen leaned on his elbows. “Yeah, I agree. This is dumb.”
“See and, like always, I’m just a sounding board. Or the ringleader for the stupidity around here. My brother can’t even be here. Let’s escape, go to a hotel.”
“Wren.”
“What?”
“Come on, you love being home.”
She shook her head. “No, I don’t. It’s always about Wells and Dad, or whatever party my mom is throwing. I don’t matter around these parts.”
“Well, you matter to me, and I’m in these parts at the moment, so you matter,” he said, leaning into her and nipping at her nose. “Now, smile so I can smile.”
He was so sweet. So amazing and she hated that, no matter what, he could make her smile. It scared her. Down in her soul.
And as he came, he came hard, lights going off behind his lids before he braced himself to keep from squishing her, and he stilled inside of her. Gripping her leg, he moaned loudly against her mouth, but she caught it in hers, kissing him hard as her fingers threaded through his hair. Dropping her leg, he wrapped his arms around her neck, kissing her as he tried to breathe, his heart nearly coming out of his chest as he opened his eyes, meeting her gaze.
Pulling away only slightly, she whispered, “Thanks, Jenny.”
“For what? I think I’m the one who should be thanking you.”
She smiled against his lips, nibbling on them as she whispered, “But you made me forget that my family sucks.”
While he didn’t feel the same, he understood she did. “It is my job as your husband to make all the bullshit go away.”
Her lips pressed lightly against his. “Yeah, but I think you go above and beyond.”
“I do. For you.”
Her face flushed as she moved her hands along his jaw. “Can I take advantage of that?”
He scoffed. “’Cause you don’t already?” he teased, and she beamed up at him.
“I don’t!”
“I’m kidding,” he said, kissing her nose. “What do you want from me, ma chou?”
She giggled, her fingers moving along the hair of his jaw. “Your French is sexy.”
His lips dusted along hers, “Tell me what you want, ma chou.”
Her eyes glittered with happiness, and he felt good. He felt alive, and he fucking felt loved. By her. And that was enough to have him doing anything she wished. But he knew her, and she wouldn’t ask for much. As she moved her lips along his, his gut swirled with desire and love as she whispered, “Will you wash my hair?”
His grin broke as he kissed the side of her mouth. “Yes, I will.”
“And then go get my dessert? Bring it to bed? Eat it off me, maybe? Or let me eat it off you.”
“Slave driver, huh?”
“Please,” she begged, her arms squeezing around him. “For me?”
“You know my weakness,” he decided, falling out of her before turning her around into the water, taking in every single curve of her gorgeous body. “And you’re lucky I want to eat pie off that sweet ass of yours.”
She giggled happily as he reached for the shampoo. “You made my day.”
“That’s all I want,” he said as her eyes met his.
When she smiled, he felt it in his gut, and at that moment, nothing else mattered but her.
He found it was always like that when he had the chance to love her.
Wren wanted to slam her face into the counter until she was bleeding profusely and she died.
Dramatic? Yes.
Did she care? Not even kinda.
“Where the hell is Wells? Shouldn’t he be here? Dealing with this?” she finally yelled, and her mother glared back at her.
“Don’t yell, Wren. It doesn’t fix anything.”
When Jensen’s hand came to her thigh, she let out a sigh as she met his gaze. “Early grave.”
He tried to smile as he shook his head. “But, really, when is Wells coming over?”
“He and Alex went away with Alex’s family for the weekend. They’ll be back tonight. So I gotta make sure this is all well and done before he comes.”
“Fuck. My. Life,” Wren muttered as she held her face in her hands. “I feel the flower issues should fall on him. Let him deal with it.”
“No, he doesn’t need that stress!”
“Neither do you,” Wren yelled back as her mother glared at her.
“I don’t know why we’re spending all this money. He probably won’t be gay much longer,” Winston called from the counter, and Elaine exhaled hard, shaking her head.
“Anyway, you’ll both have fittings tomorrow.”
“For a wedding that is a complete waste of time,” Winston added, shaking his head.
“Dad, you aren’t helping,” Wren called out, sending a look to her father. “At all.”
He ignored her like always before looking to Jensen. “Tell her, Jenny. Wells isn’t really gay.”
Looking up, Jensen held Winston’s gaze. “He’s been gay since we were kids, Winston. I think it’s who he is.”
Winston rolled his eyes. “I swear, the boy doesn’t think. He could be getting millions. Instead, he’s letting his sister get it.”
With that, he left the kitchen as Wren glared at his back. That was the first he had mentioned of the inheritance. Yet it wasn’t directed at her, more at Wells, but she felt it coming. She didn’t trust that guy. Yeah, he was her dad, and she loved him, but damn it, something was up. It had to be. “I see he is still being difficult.”
“Difficult is the nice way of putting it,” Elaine said, shaking her head. “He’s stressing me out, Wells is doing the same, and they won’t stop fighting. It’s killing me slowly.”
Wren swallowed hard. “I told you to hire someone, Mom. You don’t have to do all this.”
“It doesn’t help that your father refuses to accept Wells is gay. Plus, your brother feels better if I do it.”
“Well then, tell him to stop fighting with Dad and help at least,” Wren announced, and Elaine tapped her hand.
“Easier said than done.” When her phone started ringing, she held up a finger. “It’s the florist. Be right back.”
Getting up, Wren rolled her eyes as she grabbed an apple, sitting back down beside Jensen. “Can we leave yet?”
Shaking his head, Jensen leaned on his elbows. “Yeah, I agree. This is dumb.”
“See and, like always, I’m just a sounding board. Or the ringleader for the stupidity around here. My brother can’t even be here. Let’s escape, go to a hotel.”
“Wren.”
“What?”
“Come on, you love being home.”
She shook her head. “No, I don’t. It’s always about Wells and Dad, or whatever party my mom is throwing. I don’t matter around these parts.”
“Well, you matter to me, and I’m in these parts at the moment, so you matter,” he said, leaning into her and nipping at her nose. “Now, smile so I can smile.”
He was so sweet. So amazing and she hated that, no matter what, he could make her smile. It scared her. Down in her soul.
