Hell, there’s no chance of that. I stand and kick off my daks and jocks while she’s digging for the rubbers.
She slinks toward me flipping a foil package between two fingers. She uses her palms to push me down on the bed. “I’m putting it on this time.”
“No argument here, baby.”
She opens the packet and I’m such a guy. I lift my head because I want to watch her put it on me. It’s hot watching her hands touch me like that. When she finishes, she shimmies her panties down her legs and steps out of them. She climbs one knee at a time onto the bed and straddles me. My hands are splayed over her hips as she watches my face. “So, you don’t want Swinger Chris to have me?”
Ugh, I need that image out of my head. “No f**king way.”
My tip is at her wet entrance, but she doesn’t slide down on it. She’s rocking her hips back and forth, teasing me. “Can anyone else have me, or is Swinger Chris the only one who can’t?”
“No one else can have you, Laurelyn. I’m the only one.”
She smiles. “Then show me.”
Lachlan comes up from the bed and flips me onto my back. He’s kneeling between my legs and hooks them around his arms so he can push them back. He’s not gentle about it. He drives into me without mercy, but that’s the way I want this. His mouth is against my ear.
“You’re mine. Do you understand?”
“Yes!” I scream partly because it’s my answer, but mostly because what he’s doing feels so good.
“I want you to say it.”
We’re sideways on the bed and each thrust shoves me farther across the mattress until my head is hanging off the edge. “I’m … yours … and … no … one … else’s.”
He releases one of my legs and his hand slides down so his fingers can stroke me above our point of fusion. “No one else touches you here like this.”
I’m panting as I lift my hips against him and his fingers. “Only you, Lachlan.”
He hits my sweet spot perfectly and I feel myself contract around him, detonating his orgasm. I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs, so I do because no one’s around to hear me. “Ah, ah!”
“Ah, Laurelyn.” There’s my name, just like always when he comes.
He rolls off me and collapses onto the bed. My head is still dangling off the side so I scoot back onto the mattress. I’m on my back and I stare up at the beautiful sheer panels draped over the canopy above us with one thought—this bed was meant for making love, but that isn’t what we just did. It never is.
The bedroom fills with bright sunlight despite the curtains. I smell breakfast—definitely bacon—maybe pancakes. I’m hungry, but I’m sleepier, so I pull the sheet up over my head. It was a late night.
I get a few more minutes’ sleep before I feel Lachlan reach under the sheet to tickle my nose. I wiggle it to relieve the need to scratch, but give in and reach under the covers and rake my nails across it. “I thought you got to sleep in on vacation.”
“This isn’t vacation for me. It’s work and I have to leave soon, but I wanted to have brekkie with you for your birthday.”
How does he know? I lift the covers to see him. He’s grinning because he’s so proud of himself. “How did you know it’s my birthday?”
“You told me on our second date.”
“I don’t remember that.”
“Well, you did, and I remembered, so get up for your birthday breakfast.”
I can’t believe he remembered. He has such an eye for detail. Did he tell me when his birthday is? If he did, I forgot.
I walk into the kitchen and there is a huge breakfast buffet across the counter. There’s no way we could eat all of it. “Did you do all of this?”
“Would you think less of it if I didn’t?”
“I had it catered from one of the local restaurants.”
“It smells delicious.”
He passes a plate to me. “Birthday girl goes first.”
While I’m plating my food, he pours me a glass of juice. He puts it on the dining room table and then joins me with a mile-high stack of pancakes. “Hungry much?”
“I had a famishing night, but I always eat this much in the morning. You’d know that if you were ever awake to join me for breakfast.” He’s never going to stop teasing me about being a late sleeper.
“How’s the hand today?”
He holds it up to make a fist and then releases it. “It hurts, but I can move it, so it’s not broken.”
“No one’s ever done anything like that for me.”
When I finish, I slide my plate away because I’m stuffed. “That was wonderful. Thank you. It was a thoughtful gift to wake up to.”
“The food isn’t your gift.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a black velvet jewelry box. He puts it on the table and slides it to me. “But this is.”
I’m not fool enough to think, or hope, this little box contains a ring. I know it doesn’t because that would be ridiculous, but it definitely contains a piece of jewelry.
I reach for it and flip the top open. Inside is a star-shaped pendant covered in what I assume are diamonds. “I chose it because you’re going to become a huge superstar after you get home.”
It’s the best birthday present ever. And the worst.
It’s the best because it’s so encouraging and thoughtful. It’s the worst because it means that when he’s telling me I’m his, he leaves off the part about it only being for the next six weeks.
“You don’t like it?”
I force a smile. “It’s perfect and I love it. Thank you.”
I take it out of the box and pass it to him. “Will you?” I turn and lift my hair so he can put it on me. After he closes the clasp, he kisses the back of my neck.
“I wish I could stay with you all day.”
I turn around and touch the pendant with my fingertip. “Me too.”
He smiles as he admires his gift around my neck. “I’ll try to get back early.”
“Early or late, either way, I’ll be here.”
“I still don’t want you to go into the water without me.”
“Ugh! There’s a country song called ‘Don’t Go Near the Water.’ Now it’s going to be stuck in my head all day and I hate that freakin’ song. Thanks a lot, slick.”