Page 9 of Unicorns Forever
“Well,” I said modestly, “I tried.” I was also gonna have to make a beeline for the shower ASAP before the entire house looked like I’d been wrestling pixies. “But you… Respect, man. I had no idea a guy as tall as you could do a split like that.”
“Honestly, neither did I. And, ah… I’m gonna need Mase to grab me a change of shorts before I get out of this inflatable costume.”
I laughed out loud. “You deserve a beer. I’ll grab you one… after I shower off some fraction of this glitter.”
“Sounds good.”
“And then… Oh! Shoot, wait! Gimme your phone.”
“Uh.” Fenn stared at me blankly for a second, then with a squeak of rubber, he managed to unearth a phone from some interior part of his suit. “Pretty sure you already have my number.”
“Yeah, no, I do. It’s not for that. It’s for this…” I quickly paired his phone with the Bluetooth speaker attached to my life-sized unicorn. “Nowyoucan control the lights and the playlist.”
“Oh my God,” Fenn breathed, and no lie, I couldn’t help but like a man who appreciated the magnitude of the honor I was bestowing upon him.
I patted his shoulder gently. “Use your powers for good, Fenn Reardon. The field is yours.”
Fenn sniffled just a little. “I love you man,” he said, giving me a quick, backslapping hug over his egg-shaped suit. Then he pranced off, calling, “Mase! Babe, check thisout!”
“Aaaand, my work here is done,” I said under my breath. One brother welcomed home. One brother-in-law-type-person welcomed to the family. Not bad for a day’s effort.
But Jesusfuckthis glitter was itchy.
I looked around for my husband to see if he could scrub my back—and, okay, yeah, maybe do the “great game, slugger” coach/player thing we’d experimented with a time or twelve—but didn’t see him anywhere.
This was a little disappointing, but I figured in the Venn diagram of sexy-roleplay time and entertaining-his-entire-family-including-impressionable-children time, there wasn’t much overlap anyway. Sexytimes could wait while Micah gave Watt Bartlett the dollar tour of the workshop or whatever he was doing. Meanwhile, the glitter in my nether regions couldnot.
I made my way upstairs into our new house—through the big kitchen with its open shelves and the dark-stained hardwood floors, which our realtor had called “hopelessly outdated” but Micah and I loved anyway, and up the stairs with their big, square bannisters—to the master bedroom and its enormous attached bath.
The second I stepped inside, I tore off my shirt and threw it in the hamper… and that was when the door slammed shut behind me.
I whirled to find my husband standing there, wearing a smile and nothing else.
Holy shit.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he said, leaning back against the door. “You were magnificent out there.”
I lifted one eyebrow. “Not sure if you saw the end, baby, but I lost. Let Team Ross-Bloom down.” I fluttered my eyelashes in what I hoped was a good approximation of innocence. “I should be probably be punished… Coach.”
Micah snorted, which was fair. I’d never played innocent very well. “I saw. But I think the glitter is punishment enough. You should hit the shower.”
I sighed. “I really should.” But because hope sprang eternal, I bit my lip and darted a glance up and down his naked form. “I don’t suppose you were planning to get in there with me?”
“Hmm. Nope. I was just planning to throw on some new clothes. Cole spit up on me while I was holding him.”
“Ah, damn.” I held back a sigh—I was a grown-ass adult and not disappointed, damn it—and forced a little smile. “Okay, I’ll be back out in a bit. In the meantime, I gave Fenn control of the playlist and the unicorn lights in lieu of a trophy. He earned them. I’m really so glad they came to visit. They’d better come again next year so I can get my own back.” I winked at Micah as I stepped into the shower.
The enormous natural stone shower with its dual rain showerheads had been one of the house’s selling features for me. It was big enough to hold four grown men if you were into that sort of thing—I wasn’t—or two grown men who needed room to move if you were intothatsort of thing—and I so, so was, and thankfully so was my sexy husband.
I turned on the warm spray, but before I could reach for the soap, the man himself stepped in behind me, plastering his chest against my back and nipping at the tendon on the side of my neck. He was already hard, and I shivered as I leaned back against him.
If I squinted back through my memories, I could almost remember a period when I’d happily taken a new guy home from the Hive every Saturday night. At the time, I’d thought that was all sorts of exciting.
I kinda wished I could go back in time and tell former-Con that real excitement was when someone knew your body so intimately, just the twist of his fingers on your nipple or the sensation of his hand sliding down to cup your balls could make you instantly hard. I wished I could tell the old-me what a rush it was when someone loved every inch of you, even the silly, zany parts—especially the silly, zany parts—so you never had to hide your true self or put on a front. I wish I could tell poor, deluded, previous-Constantine that even when you’d spent a couple years living and working and building a life with someone, they could still find ways to surprise you.
Case in point…
“You did a great job out there, slugger,” Micah whispered in my ear. His dick rocked against my ass, and I braced my hands on the tile wall so I could spread my legs a little. “You keep practicing, and we’ll have a real shot at winning this next year.”
