Chapter 8
Law
Never in my life did I think I’d turn down sex, but my dick is raw, Autumn is sore but won’t say so, and as we lay in the aftermath of what I believe is a two-day marathon of pure sex, with only stops for food, I have no regrets.
“You’re gorgeous in the morning.” Brushing her wild hair out of her face, her sleepy half-smile is still filled with so much joy.
“I’m a mess, but I love that you love me however I am.”
And, man, do I ever.
“We have to get up and out of bed today, get real food, shop for that ring.” Her eyes dance when I mention food. She still insists she doesn’t need a ring, and there’s no sense arguing with her; I’ll simply make it happen. I’m also planning to give her the wedding of her dreams.
“I’d love some good chicken and waffles with lots of syrup and a strawberry shake.” Licking her lips, her eyes glaze over as she thinks about it.
“Anything you want, love.” I help her up, and she runs to the bathroom quickly while I get dressed, thinking that a stop at my place might be a smart idea too.
“All yours.” Autumn plops a kiss on my cheek and slaps my ass before sending me to the bathroom while she dresses.
By the time we both enter the kitchen, Trixie is sitting at the table. Coffee, breakfast, and paper in front of her, she gives us a wide-eyed stare.
“Would you look at that, you are alive!” Autumn blushes from being teased. “When she said you were good with your tongue, I had no idea I wouldn’t see her for two days.”
Autumn buries her face into my back while shaking her head. “I’m sorry,” I hear her mutter, but I’m not insulted. I’m glad she enjoys what I do to her body, because I for damn sure enjoy hers.
“We’re going for breakfast, care to join us?” Raising a brow at my offer, I hope she picks up on the clue that my invitation is for help with convincing Autumn to accept the ring.
“Sure…?” She hops up and heads to her room.
Bringing Autumn around to my front side, she presses her whole body into me, hardening my dick and causing me to nearly forget what we’re about to do and why we need a break.
Leaning down, I brush my lips across hers until she pushes into my mouth more firmly. Her soft moans are like music to my ears.
“Oh, good gravy! You guys are like rabbits.” Trixie’s amused voice pulls us apart, but just barely. “Let’s go before you guys disappear for days again.”
“It wasn’t that long.” Autumn crosses her arms, smirking.
“He came over Friday; it’s Monday now, Auts.”
My woman’s eyes widen as she looks at me. Shrugging, I have no complaints.
“Maybe we should go,” Autumn suggests, moving towards the door. “I’m starving.”
Trixie snickers as she follows. “Gee, I wonder why.”
“Would you shut up already, Trix?”
Listening to the sisters bicker and tease each other on the way to the diner gives me that sense of hope that Autumn really is alright and healing.
After we’re seated and brought coffee all around, Autumn struggles choosing between three meals, so when the server arrives to take our order, I ask for one of everything on the single order breakfast menu. I realize it’s a lot of food, and from the looks I’m getting, they all think the same.
“Like you said, Trix, we were locked up all weekend. I don’t know about Autumn, but I need more than just a small plate of food.” Picking up my cup, I gulp down the hot brew as Autumn leans into me.
“Thank you, Law.” The featherlight touch of her lips on my cheek is enough to set my dick on standby yet again. This fucker isn’t going down anytime soon, and the only thing on my mind now is how quickly I can get my woman horizontal again.
“If I weren’t so happy to have my best friend back, I’d be disgusted by how horny you guys are for each other.” Trixie’s finger wags between us as the diners behind her turn to look around.
“Oh my god, Trix, would you shut up already!” Autumn’s hiss comes off both amused and horrified.
Wrapping an arm across her shoulders, I pull her close and kiss the top of her head, and say, “She’s not wrong,” with my own chuckle, earning me a jab to the ribs.
As food begins to arrive—piles of scrambled eggs, pancakes, French toast, and breakfast meats—both girls' eyes widen with glee. We’re each handed an empty plate, our coffees are topped up, and we’re left to eat more food than any three people logically should.
Watching the girls eat, laugh, and fight over the last piece of bacon reminds me that sometimes family can help heal all wounds. It’s not the way I grew up. It was always just War and me running the streets when we weren’t locked up in one group home or another.
War was abandoned as a baby, while my folks died before I was ten. We met and became inseparable at my third foster home when I was twelve, getting lucky with a caseworker who deemed us more like siblings than strangers and always did what he could to keep us together.
At fourteen, we were briefly separated until I got caught stealing a candy bar and was sent to my first group home.
War was there already for a similar reason, and it’s where they kept us.
From the streets of Florida to the Special Forces throughout war-torn countries, we’ve always had each other’s backs.
“So where is it we’re going next?” Trixie pushes her plate away and spears me with a look.
My lips quirk up in a half-smirk because Autumn is about to fight me. “Jewelry store.”
“Now wait a minute, I told you I don’t need a ring.” Autumn spears me with daggers that I ignore.
“The man wants to claim you; let him,” Trix tells her.
Autumn stares at me in a new light now. “You do?” Her awe causes me to smile.
Brushing a finger along her cheek, I gently stroke her soft skin. “I really fucking do, darling. Nothing would give me a greater honor.”
“Okay then.” She softens, and her beautiful brown eyes shine warm as melted chocolate, sucking me in and begging me to do as I please.
Bill paid, leftovers boxed up, we drive towards a store Trixie insists has the perfect engagement ring for Autumn. Halfway there, Autumn’s phone beeps with a message. “Val is asking if you’re coming for Thanksgiving?”
I glance between her and the road, unable to read how she wants me to answer. “Do you want me to?”
“Do you want to?”
“I’d move you in with me today if I thought you’d agree, Autumn.” There’s that surprised look again. Eyes wide, cheeks flushed, mouth open in an “O”.
“I’ll tell her yes, then.” Her head dips as she furiously types.
“Sounds good.”
Trixie sits in the back, amused and shaking her head. I can only imagine what’s going through her mind.
Parking in front of the small storefront. It gives cozy, with inviting window displays advertising that all rings are cut, shaped, and set in-house. The girls enter first, arms linked, whispering closely, and immediately dart to one of the back jewelry cases as I take my time following them in.
The owners—a couple in their fifties, I’d guess—split apart. The woman goes to Trixie and Autumn, and the man comes over to me.
“Which one is the lucky lady?” he asks, and I point to Autumn, who is enamored by the fine rings the woman is showing her. “Lucky girl. Anything in particular you’d like her pointed in the direction of?”
“Nope, I want her to have whatever her heart desires. However, I’d like to get her a matching, or as close to matching, necklace as possible. Maybe something with a locket? She lost her parents when she was young, and I think having them close to her heart would make her happy.”
The man’s grin widens, and he leads me to another case out of sight of the sisters.
After consulting with his wife about Autumn’s preferences, he finds me the perfect item.
A 14-karat yellow gold heart-shaped locket, with a smaller heart engraved on its front and a diamond in the center of that.
The stone comes from the same batch of diamonds as the two rings Autumn is deciding between.
After he tucks the necklace away for me, I move in behind Autumn and peer at the two she’s stuck on. Both are the same style; one is oval cut, while the other is a princess cut.
“Can I give an opinion?” I ask her.
“Please!” she sighs.
Reaching forward, I slip the princess cut on her finger. “This one looks perfect on you.”
Breathing a sigh of relief to have the choice taken from her, Autumn gazes up at me. “Thank you, Law.” I lay a kiss on her lips.
As I pay the bill, we forgo boxing up the ring because it fits her like it was made exclusively for her finger, and I keep the necklace a secret for now.
Trixie gushes and fawns over Autumn as we leave the store, her excitement growing until she’s back in the truck.
I hold the door open for Autumn, and she steps up on the running board, wraps her arms around my neck, and gives me the most sensual kiss of my life.
Leading us to drop her sister off, then off to my apartment for privacy.