Page 156 of You're The One
“I tried to talk them out of it.” His grin is sheepish. “Didn’t work.”
FORTY-NINE
The viewing partywas about what I expected: loud and packed with jokes at my expense.
Logan kept groaning and turning away from the screen, swearing he could see every time my eyes darted to his sister. Hannah, on the other hand, soaked up every second, insisting it had been obvious it was Mia all along. I can’t deny her assessment, even if I didn’t realize it at the time. Hindsight and all that.
Volk filled the role of resident grump, splitting his scowls between the TV and Natalie. His version of foreplay. Shockingly, they left separately. Helm spent most of the night bugging Ada while inhaling food like he hadn’t eaten all summer. King was enthralled. I’m afraid we’ve picked up another fan.
Mia sat through it like a damn champ. I think she even enjoyed herself. It wasn’t her first time meeting everyone, but it was her first as my girlfriend. She roasted me—some things never change, and I like that—and laughed along with the rest of them.
Me? I was half glad it was over and half grateful I got to relive our first night together. Happier still that she was tucked against my side when the credits rolled.
The best part? Mia, crawling into bed next to me now.
She presses into me like we were molded to fit. Her back to my chest, her hips snug to mine, her toes tucked between my calves. My palm finds the warm skin of her stomach, just beneath the hem of her shirt. Still, I want her closer.
I breathe her in. Clean skin, my body wash, and something else that’s just so very her. I love it.
Her fingers thread through mine and give a slow squeeze.
“Our first party went pretty well,” she says, her tone light with humor.
“I think so.”
“And then there’s… well, another kind of party coming up.” She tilts her head back slightly, searching my face.
I can tell she wants to say more, so I wait her out. I already have a pretty good idea of the “party” she means if Bodhi’s persistence is a clue. But I wouldn’t call it coming up. Tonight was only the first of twelve episodes.
“So… I told Summer we’d do the reunion,” she mumbles, like she’s bracing for me to shut it down.
“Okay.” I press my lips to her shoulder.
She pauses, her thumb tracing over my knuckles. “Huh. No convincing necessary.”
“Mmm.”
She shifts, rolling her hips just enough to make my cock twitch. She knows exactly what she’s doing.
“I very much wanted to do some convincing.”
I nip at her shoulder, then the curve of her neck, and slide my hand lower, cupping her over her sleep shorts. “In that case, plead your case.”
Her laugh is breathless. “Well… Summer said we should.”
“Noted.” My hand presses harder, teasing, until she arches into me.
Her breath hitches. “And I want to?—”
“I’m convinced,” I cut in. Mia wants it. That’s all I need. I finally get what it means to do anything for someone else’s happiness.
“Dom…” she rasps, her voice breaking on my name.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur, dragging my lips across her neck.
I ease my hand beneath her shorts, brushing over bare skin. Already wet, she rocks into my touch with a gasp, her fingers flying back to clutch my thigh.
“Take them off.” She tugs at the waistband of my boxer briefs, then huffs and strips herself, shooting me a pointed look over her shoulder to do the same.
