Page 132 of Small Town Firsts

Her eyelids are drooping and a sated smile paints her lips.Fuck.I love seeing her like this—blissed out all because of me. It rattles some primal instinct within me. The same instinct that’s insisting I stay in this bed, buried deep inside her.

But…I can’t. Because like I said, we’ve got plans tonight, and I need to get my ass in gear to lay the groundwork. “I gotta run out really quick, okay? You stay here and take it easy.” She manages a small nod, already halfway asleep; I press a soft kiss to her forehead and whisper “I love you” in her ear before getting dressed and walking out the door.

Immediately, I take the elevator down to the lobby and work my way through the massive building to Lago where I make us a reservation for eight o’clock. After that, I make several phone calls, including one to my mother. Luckily, she fully supports my plan. I only have one more errand to run, and it’s by far the most important.

I Uber to a well-reputed tattoo shop on the Strip, and after explaining the situation and what I want, they graciously work me in.

I’ve been gone for over an hour, and I half-expect Abby Jane to be up and waiting on me. But when I step into our gorgeoussalon suite, she’s still out cold. A quick glance at my watch tells me we have a few hours before we need to be anywhere, so I quickly set an alarm, strip back out of my clothes, and crawl in behind my girl.

An hourlater the beeping and buzzing of my phone alarm jolts me awake. “Abs,” I murmur against the soft skin of her neck, before giving it a gentle nibble. She moans in her sleep and the sound travels directly to my dick. “Wake up. We gotta get ready.”

“Five more minutes,” she begs.

“No can do. Gotta get up. I’ll go run you a bath.”

In the bathroom, I fiddle with the taps until the water is the exact temperature before adding some bath oils. Abby Jane ambles into the room right as I shut off the water. “Good timing.” I help her into the tub, marveling at how fucking lucky I am to call her mine.

While Abby Jane lounges in the oversized tub, I shower, shave, and slip into my outfit for the night. Navy slim fit trousers, a crisp white button-down with the top two buttons undone, a matching suit jacket, and a pair of casual brown oxfords. Not gonna lie, I look sharp as fuck.

And judging from my girl’s sharp intake of breath when I step back into the bathroom, she agrees.

“Like what you see, firecracker?”

She licks her lips and nods, rising up from the tub, all her slick skin on display. “Very much.”

“Play your cards right, and I’ll let you strip me out of this suit when we get back to the room tonight.”

“That’s a promise I’ll hold you to, Jockstrap.”

“I’m counting on it. Now, get your cute ass ready. We can’t be late.”

“Where are we going?” she asks, wrapping herself in a plush, white towel.

I give her an innocent shrug. “Can’t say.”

“Then how do I know what to wear?”

“Dress sexy.”

She rolls her pretty brown eyes at me. “You’re impossible.”

“But you love me!” I wink and head out of the bedroom, plopping down onto the brilliant turquoise sectional.

Thirty minutes later,Abby Jane steps out of the bathroom, wrapped in the hotel robe, with her pastel locks done up in an intricate braid with a few loose tendrils around her face. Her makeup is understated, with a subtle burgundy smoky eye and pale pink lips. She’s fucking glowing, and the thought immediately makes me picture her glowing for a different reason—a nine months, congrats-on-your-new-bundle-of-joy kind of reason.

“Since you don’t wanna tell me our plans, I don’t want you to see my outfit.” She flicks her hand at me in ashooingmotion. “You can go wait in the hall.”

“Fair enough, firecracker. Gimme a holler when you’re ready.” As I walk past her, I make sure my fingers graze her and fuck if I don’t love it when she shivers.

Out in the hallway, I mess around on my phone, texting West. After about ten minutes, the room to our door pops open. I step inside, ready to escort my girl downstairs, but instead, my heart stops and my lungs seize. I swear to God, she gets more beautiful to me every day.

But right now, in the moment, she’s a fucking vision in white—how ironically appropriate. Her dress is a short little sheath that wraps around her creamy thighs, with cold-shoulders and two sets of straps that crisscross over her chest. She looks so fucking incredible that my eyes don’t know where to settle, so they roam her body repeatedly.

She smirks and throws my earlier words back at me. “Like what you see, Jockstrap?”

I advance toward her, like a predator circling his dinner. “More than you fucking know.”

She waltzes past me, smacking my ass as she passes. “C’mon, you said we had plans. Don’t wanna be late.”Fucking gorgeous tease.

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