Chapter Seventy-Two Grant
CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
Grant
APRIL
I’M IN THE KITCHEN when Rae comes up from the yard, so I hear the screen door hinges and then her steps. She comes inside, and I’ve already got her glass out. It’s pink. White wine with blackberry liqueur.
“Oh wow,” she says with a sigh, accepting the glass and my kiss.
“Your bath is ready.”
“Really?”
“Piping hot. Bubbles. Candles lit.”
With a happy smile, she takes the drink with her up the stairs to the bedroom I’ve just finished renovating.
It’s more luxurious than before, with some custom built-in features that we’re nowhere near done exploring.
It’ll take years, I figure, to run through the full gamut of what Rae and I can get up to in that room.
The new tub restraints alone keep us entertained night after night.
“You coming?” she calls.
“Be right there.” I throw some parsley on the plate, grab radishes from the fridge, and make my way up to where the woman I love is living out my wildest dreams.
“Snacks,” I tell her, settling the tray across the tub. It’s a deep one with room for us both. Tonight, though, we’re not playing. We’ve got somewhere to be. “We need you fed before the show.”
“Oh, the show. I’d almost forgotten.”
“Your dad hasn’t let me forget it for a second.”
Rae is fucking gorgeous. Lying back in the bath, bubbles everywhere. Her breasts bobbing, pink nipples right at the surface. She’s got her lavender face mask on, and the drink’s in her hand, and she is luxuriating. Just the way I envisioned her from that first moment she walked into the club.
I take my time rolling up my sleeves, letting her hear every snap of my cuffs. “How was work, sweetheart?”
“It was good. I finished a commission, sent another one out.”
“Good job.” I pluck at one pink nipple, and Sunny gasps. “Shhhhh. Don’t worry. Relax.” My fingers dip into the water, find her belly, skim down, down, to where she’s slick between her legs. “Fuck, Sunny.”
“I thought about us.”
“Did you touch yourself?”
“That’s a trick question. I wasn’t allowed.”
I slide two fingers down, splaying her wide. “But did you?”
Her breath catches.
My fingers press inside. “You’re soaking wet.”
“Of course I’m wet. I’m in the bath.”
“You’ve been bad, Sunny.”
Another gasp. “I couldn’t help it. I thought of what you promised and—”
Her phone buzzes from the shelf. I shut my eyes hard, fully aware that we don’t have time for this anyway. “We’ll talk about it later.”
“What? I want to talk about it now, sir.”
I flip up her mask, lean in, and give her a warm peck on the lips.
“It’s your sister. We have to go.”
“No fair.”
“Fiddler on the Roof, baby. Tell your dad to stop auditioning, and then we can stop going to his shows and just stay home and play.”
“Never.”
“I know.” I bend and kiss her deeper, warmer, letting my tongue show her just how explicit I wish I could be. “I’ll need to punish you later, though. You know that, right?”
She grins. It’s cheeky, a little wicked, and the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Later, while her dad is tearing up the stage as Tevye and her sisters and the kids sit on her other side, I catch Rae’s smile in the darkened theater, tighten my hold on her hand, and kiss each knuckle.
She responds with a brief G-rated leg rub, and beyond all expectations, this moment, with her, is the best thing I have lived.
It’s wild how often this happens.