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Okay, notall.
I slid a hand down to Zach’s zipper, cupping the erection inside his jeans. Then I opened the button. “We need to break in your truck,” I whispered. He groaned as I slid off his lap and bent down to unzip him. I tugged the denim away and reached into the handy fly on his boxers. I untucked his cock, his length in my hand. Leaning in, I began to drop light kisses up and down his shaft. I nuzzled the curly blond hairs at the base of his dick, and won an aroused groan for my troubles.
But when I began to lick him, he caught my chin. “None of that,” he chided, “or I won’t last.”
“We have all night,” I argued, getting in one last good lick.
Zach put a hand on my head. “I know. And I want to spend it inside you.”
It was a simple statement, spoken in Zach’s understated cadence. But the effect on me was the sort of heat that nearly required one of Griffin’s fire extinguishers. And when Zach’s fingers curled around my hair and tugged me upward, I was ready and willing to go inside the bunkhouse with him.
“Hey,” I whispered as he tugged himself back together in the dark. “Are those boxers…red?”
“Of course! I didn’t want to mess up the tradition.”
I laughed all the way to the bunkhouse. When we entered the guest room, there was something sitting in front of the bed—an ice bucket. A bottle of champagne sat inside it, and there were two champagne glasses on the nightstand. Lastly, a card sat propped up on the pillow.Lark, it read on the outside.
“Wow. Did you do this?” I asked.
“Uh, no.”
I opened the card.
Lark—
This is my present to you! I stoked up the fire and chilled the wine. Have a nice night with your man. I’m ecstatic for you both. And it’s great to see you looking so happy.
Love you always,
May
“Aw.”
“That was nice of her,” Zach said, reading over my shoulder.
“It really was.”
“Want some champagne? It’s not midnight yet, though.”
I sat down on the bed and reached for the bottle. “Let’s not wait. It took us a long time to get here.”
Zach sat down on the bed and then moved to kneel behind me. He kissed me on the back of the neck. “You’re worth the wait.” He dropped another soft, open-mouthed kiss on the back of my neck.
It felt so good that my hands fumbled on the twist of wire holding the champagne cork. “Don’t stop.”
“I never will.”
37
Seven Months Later
Zach
It was lateon a Tuesday afternoon in July. Also? It was my birthday.
Nothing had gone exactly as planned today, though. Griff and I had meant to spend the day fixing split-rail fencing. Instead, we’d ended up at The Busy Bean, the coffee shop Zara and Audrey owned. Their power had gone out around noon, and Zara had called Griff in a panic. They were worried about losing the stock in their fridge and freezer and needed help with a generator.
Griff had said to me, “You can hook up a generator, right?”
