Page 37 of Married to the Beasts
As we watch the twinkling stars and search for constellations, Conal starts to hum, the low rumble vibrating from his throat and seeping into my skin. I’m curious what song is in the famous singer and prolific songwriter’s head, but I don’t recognize the tune.
“What is that you’re humming?” I ask. “Something new?”
Rafe and Bron both look our way, as if they’re curious about the answer, too.
Conal grins at me. “Something new.” He’s in mysterious mode again, so I don’t ask more about it. It’s slower than most of their songs, and really lovely.
As I listen to Conal hum, I replay the day’s events. We did so much that this morning feels like two days ago. My eyes start to close as I think about our visit to the ring shop, the helicopter ride, then the camera purchases. Now, this lovely relaxation.
Conal’s lips brush my cheek. “Hey, we’d better get you up to bed.”
“Hmm?”
“You drifted off. Time for bed.”
Bron gets out of the water, wraps himself in a towel, then stands close to the edge holding a towel open for me.
“This part might be unpleasant for a few seconds,” Conal warns. He helps me stand, then lifts me up and carries me out of the hot tub, but despite being nestled in his arms, the bitter night air stings every part of my wet body that it can reach.
Bron wraps the waiting towel around me, then drapes another over the first one, and I start to warm up.
“A little pain after all the pleasure,” I say, looking longingly back at the hot water.
Conal rubs my back as he holds me. “Don’t worry, babe. There’ll be more pleasure coming your way soon.”
Not bothering to dry himself off or get dressed, he carries me straight into the house, where the air feels much more pleasant. Upstairs, he takes me into the bathroom, peels away the damp beach towels and, with Bron’s help, dries me off with a big, fluffy bath towel.
The cold air had woken me up, but the men’s caring attention has me getting sleepy again.
Rafe comes in carrying all of our clothing, which he tosses onto a chair. When Conal’s satisfied that I’m dry, he tells his brothers it’s time to say goodnight.
Bron hugs me first and follows it with a kiss full of promise. He and I are both wearing only towels, and my body fills with need. Though I’m looking forward to being one-on-one with Conal tonight, I’m going to miss Bron and Rafe.
Rafe kisses me next, passionately, like he wants to make sure I don’t forget about him. There’s no chance of that, and I hope my answering kiss tells him that.
After they leave, Conal carries me into the bedroom and straight over to the bed, which looks even bigger tonight, since there’ll only be two of us in it.
I sigh as my head hits the pillow. “The hot tub was so relaxing.”
“And you’ve had a long day.” He tosses the towel aside, leaving me naked under the covers. I’m chilly at first, but warm up quickly when he crawls in beside me.
“It was such a good day.”
Conal kisses my lips softly, then my nose and my forehead. “Get some rest, babe.”
I’m already starting to drift off to sleep, so I’m not sure if I’m dreaming when I feel Conal duck his head beneath the covers. He presses kisses across my chest and down my center, lower and lower. The weight of his body settles between my legs, where he spreads me open and kisses my pussy.
He starts to lick me, slowly, lazily, deeply, and I relax into it more fully than I ever have, with no nervesand no self-consciousness. When he makes me come, it’s deep and long and incredibly satisfying.
Afterward, Conal holds me in his arms, and it’s like I’m living inside the best dream ever.
CONAL
I wake up with a smile on my face and an ache in my balls.
I love having Hazel in my bed, and so far, she’s been the perfect companion. She gets along great with everyone; she’s adventurous, easygoing, thoughtful, but not clingy.
My only regret is not having buried myself balls-deep in my new wife yet.
