Page 147 of Angels and Skulls
“Not until I make you happy,” I say, pausing to kiss her thigh.
“I am happy.”
“Not as happy as you’re going to be,” I tease.
“Oh my god,” she moans, lifting her hips and grinding herself against my mouth.
I love it when she grinds on my face.
“Oh, fuck,” she whisper-yells, slamming her hand over her own mouth. She’s doing her best to be quiet because the warehouse is hopping today. It’s noisy as fuck outside our door. “Raffe,” she begs.
Someone knocks at the same time I send her over the fucking moon.
“Just a minute,” I tell them, laughing as I stumble from the bed.
Jenny is still panting as I pull on a pair of sweats. She tugs the blankets over her head before I answer the door.
“What are you two still doing in here?” her mother scolds. Her gaze goes to the lump in the bed. She wags a finger in my face, her cheeks turning pink. “Enough funny business. We’ve got a wedding to get ready for.”
Her attention goes back to the lump in the bed. “Jenny, Jesse could use your help in the kitchen … now.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The old woman sounds stern, but I catch her smile as she turns to go downstairs.
Jenny throws the covers back as soon as she hears the door click closed. She pulls the pillow from behind her head and nails me with it. I knock it aside, running my tongue over my top lip.
“Mmm,” I moan. “I’m going to remember this all fucking day,” I tease.
“You’re terrible.”
“You wouldn’t want me any other way.”
She huffs, hurrying into her clothes. “I can’t believe I overslept, and then you …” She points a finger at me, and I smile. “You got me in trouble.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time and it definitely won’t be the last.”
She rushes past me but stops to give me a quick kiss. I squeeze her cute tushy, smacking it on her way out.
When I finally get downstairs myself, it’s abuzz. There are people everywhere. Not surprising. We are having three weddings here today. The men are all outside, setting up chairs.
Brody looks at me. “What do you think? Does the arch look good here?”
“Is this the one from your wedding?”
He nods. “It’s nice we’re getting some more use out of it.”
“I think it looks great.”
Tank stretches beside me, cracking his knuckles.
“Nervous?” I ask.
“Yes and no. I mean, I knew we'd eventually set a date. I just didn't know it would be so soon.”
"Soon? You've been engaged for over two years."
"I know. I know. Her mom has been hounding us. Dan not so much."
