Page 1 of Unicorns Forever
Micah
I’d knownfrom the minute I woke up that the glitter was going to be an issue.
My eyes had popped open around dawn, which was way too early even for me, but I’d had that Christmas-morning feeling, where I could sense excitement thrumming in my veins before I was awake enough to remember why I was excited.
Then I’d looked over at the left side of the bed.
The man I loved lay sprawled on his stomach breathing hard, mouth slack and a little drooly, both arms wrapped around his pillow like it was a flotation device, dark hair sticking up like he’d been the victim of a predawn electrocution, and frowning like sleep required his utmost concentration. The double layer of tungsten bands on his left ring finger—a thicker one on the bottom and a newer, thinner one on top—gleamed dully against his skin, and that was when I’d remembered.
He was my husband now.
Constantine Ross-Bloom.
No fucking wonder I was excited.
I’d been married to this troublemaker, this menace, thischarmerfor about forty days, and I was pretty sure it would take forty times that long for the novelty to wear off.
I rolled toward his side of the bed and pressed open-mouthed kisses to his smooth shoulder, the curve of his bicep, the jut of his shoulder blade.
“Nnnnn. Fi’mo’mnss, Migah. Jiss… jiss… fi’mo’mins.”
I grinned. And they said romance was dead.
I rolled more fully on top of him so I could kiss his nape and run my tongue along the shell of his ear. Beneath me, Con let out a long, helpless groan and turned his head, giving me better access to the side of his neck and jaw.
I ran my nose under his chin and licked at the dark stubble there, knowing he’d taste delici—
“Ugh.” I flinched. “Baby, what… what do you have on you?” I demanded, rubbing the back of my hand over my mouth, trying to rid myself of the bitter, metallic taste.
Con froze and his big, blue eyes popped open. “Oh shit. About that…”
I grabbed his shoulder, rolled him over to lie on his back, and braced myself over him. “Constantine Ross-Bloom—” I began, and then I broke off, shaking my head.
The man was covered in gold glitter—literallycovered—from shoulder to shoulder, over the smooth plane of his chest, and down the ridges of his abs, nearly to the waistband of his underwear. His arms were streaked liberally with more silver and gold sparkles, and even his face glittered in the morning light.
“So, see, what happened was…” Con ran his tongue over his teeth a trifle guiltily. “I had the best idea last night after you went to bed, and I wasgonnawake you up to tell you about it, but then I remembered you’ve been working extra hard all week to get ready for Mason and Fenn’s visit and for the party today andthenyou were up late chatting with Mason and Fenn, andthenyou did all the work when I fucked you last night”— his heated gaze ran down my chest to my dick— “which was phenomenal, by the way. Having you ride me like that. Ten out of ten stars, cowboy.”
“Constantine.”
His grin was devastating. “Just sayin’! Anyway, I figured I’d do this one little thing while you slept and then surprise you when you woke up.”
“Baby,” I said patiently. “I know you love role playing, and you know I love it too. Boss-employee, teacher-student. It’s all hot as fuck. But if you wanna try some Edward Cullen vampire schtick”— I glanced down at my husband’s gleaming chest and bit my lip. Who was I kidding? My cock was already half-hard, because I’d try anything once, if Con wanted it—“can we at least get edible glitter?”
Constantine’s face creased in a smile and his shiny abs convulsed with his laughter. “Wait, would that make you Bella? Would I get to, like, creepily spy on you, and watch you sleep, and—Oh!” His eyes went round and his smile fell away. “Oh shit.Shit. That could be hot. Put a pin in that, Micah, okay? But, um, I wasn’tactuallygearing up for vampire roleplay… though, my bad, ’cause there’s a seriously missed opportunity there. What I was doing was possibly a little weirder than that…and by weird I meanamazing.”
“Right.” I leaned an elbow on the bed beside him. “Continue.”
“I maybe snuck out…” My eyebrows winged up. “To our brand-new garage...” He walked his fingers up my chest coyly. “Where I used the power tools and building supplies the old owners left behind and, um… workedonalittleprojectforLuna’sbirthdaypartydon’tbemad.”
He shot me a full-force, megawatt Constantine grin, wrapped his arms around my neck, and fluttered his eyelashes flirtatiously. I’d never personally been tasered, but I imagined the effects were similar.
“Wait, what?” I shook my head to clear my confusion. “You worked on something for the party?”
Since my brother, Mason, and his boyfriend were only going to be in town for a week, someone—not me—had decided it would be a good idea to have one backyard party to celebrate our wedding, Lauren’s baby’s arrival, Mason and Fenn’s visit,andLeandra’s daughter Luna’s fourth birthday all at once. Needless to say, this was mostly going to be a party for a four-year-old, and everyone else was okay with that.
“Yeah,” Con admitted. “Just a little decoration thing, though.” He held up his thumb and forefinger, mere millimeters apart. “Not a big deal.”
“But, babe, Leandra’s already bringing all the decorations we need. She still has all the stuff from Olivia’s lasttwounicorn birthday partiesandGwynnie’s unicorn party, plus all the shit Lauren has from Cora’s unicorn party. Pretty sure there’s not another piece of unicorn-themed décor available for purchase.”
