Page 115 of Saving His Heart
“Grrr, I do love that sound, Goldie. I want to hear it more often. Preferably when I’m inside of you.” He grabs the hem of my shirt, and I raise my arms to help him remove it. His hands scrap the underside of my breast while his thumbs rub gentle circles through the lace of my bra. My nipples immediately love the attention.
“Your tits remind me of Mount Rushmore,” he says, catching me off guard.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes, and my face should be among them.” He grins. His insanely handsome face searches mine just before he leans in to take one stiffened peak into his mouth.
I want to laugh, but it catches in my chest as he begins his ministrations.
“As your husband, it’s my duty to see if I can make you come like this.” He smirks.
“You can, you definitely can—”
I’m interrupted by a loud crash, and Preston immediately goes rigid.
“Since I have the best alarm system available, and at least five special agents inside of the house, I’m going to assume that noise is your sister. Again,” he sighs, resting his forehead against mine.
“She’s never liked to sleep alone, but I had no idea it’s gotten this bad since she’s been away.”
This is the fourth night in a row she has snuck back upstairs from her apartment. Most of the time, we just find her asleep on the couch.
“I’m sorry.”
“Sweetheart, she’s your baby sister. Now, she’s my problem, too. I would never expect you to turn your back on her. But I’m telling you now, if I don’t get you alone very soon, blue balls are going to be the least of our problems. Let’s go see what she’s up to this time.”
Handing me my shirt, he turns off the shower then helps me hop off the counter. We spend the next two hours watching a movie on the couch with my sister. Preston sits in the corner, trying not to pout.
Chapter 47
Preston
By the time we got to bed last night, Emory was fast asleep before her head hit the pillow. I hate that she is spending so many hours at the hospital, but I’m happy she will soon get the chance to do what she loves again.
Even my money and connections couldn’t speed up the process. She has to go through all the proper channels like everyone else. I probably could have found a way, but she begged me not to, and she has worked way too hard for me to ruin it by playing the hero.
The house is blissfully quiet, and it gives my raging hard-on hope. Rolling over, I find Emory is already out of bed, though, and I groan.Seriously, what else can possibly cock block me?Jumping out of bed with more frustration than I care to admit, I take a cold shower, then go search for my wife.
As soon as I open my bedroom door, I’m hit with the scents and sounds of Christmas. Following the holiday cheer, I find all the guys, minus Loki, in the family room. They don’t notice me, so I continue past them, toward the kitchen where I find Emory. Leaning into the doorway, I watch as she laughs with my mom. Crammed around my large island, Emory kneads dough with Julia, Lanie, Sloane, my mom, and Julia’s mom.
When she notices me, she waves a flour-covered hand in my direction. She is covered in the white mess, but she has never looked more happy or relaxed. Not wanting to interrupt, I mouth, ‘I love you forever,’ and watch as her body softens. It happens every time I say it, and it encourages me to continue showing her how much I mean it.I will never let her believe anything less ever again.
Lanie’s phone rings, and they all stop while she answers it.
“Hi, Lexi! Everyone, it’s Lex.” She presses a button on her phone and turns the screen around.
Easton is suddenly at my side.Isn’t that interesting?Before I know it, we’re all crowding around the kitchen saying hello.
“What do you mean? Hold on, I can’t hear you. Everyone shush,” Lanie yells.
“The roof is worse than we imagined, Lanes. I thought I could handle this, but it’s going to take an entire crew, and since it’s the middle of winter, everyone’s busy on other mountains. There’s snow pouring into half the rooms. I … I don’t know what to do? I think GG is going to lose the entire lodge. I’ve had to cancel reservations left and right, there is no way for her to stay open, and we can’t afford to shut the doors.”
Lexi isn’t someone to exaggerate. She also isn’t someone to ask for help.
“Oh my gosh, Lexi. What can I do? What do you need? Should Dex and I come up?”
“No,” Easton says forcefully at my side. “Fucking stubborn woman. I told her to let me help. I’ll go, and if you don’t like that, Lexi, too goddamn bad. I’ll be there tonight.” We all watch in shock as he storms off, yelling something about taking the plane.
“What the hell happened in Vegas?” I wonder aloud.
