Page 147 of Lavender Lake
you’ve ruined me forever.
Me
What a nice compliment
Cas
Seriously. I’m hanging out with the guys playing pool, shooting the shit and all I want is to be at home with you. you’ve domesticated me.
I slid my hand beneath the blanket and let it rest on my stomach. There would be one day, not too far from now, that Cas and I would be curled up together on the couch, my belly round.
For the time being, I was suspended in a place of secrecy. Cas and I shared something private and I realized this was a true relationship. We were building something. A foundation for a life together. A foundation for a family.
It made sense now. I hadn’t understood before when Hadley had no desire to stay in the city and hustle her way through life, grinding for some modicum of success. She’d found a man who loved her. She was having a child. She was home with her family.
And I wanted that now too.
I caught Poet looking at me, her expression pensive. I smiled at her, but she didn’t smile back.
We all had our own paths to walk.
And if you were lucky, you’d find a few friends that would be by your side along the way.
“Salem,” Cas groused. “Move over.”
“What are you doing in here?” I grumbled, my face smushed into the pillow.
“I miss you. I don’t want to sleep alone.”
He removed his jeans. His belt buckle clanged, and then denim hit the floor.
“This is bullshit, Salem,” he said as he climbed into bed next to me.
I pulled the covers up over us. “What’s bullshit?”
“This. You and me, sneaking around like teenagers.”
“The wedding is in two days,” I reminded him. “We’re almost done with the sneaking around. And in a way, it’s been fun. Admit it.”
“Fun for about five minutes,” he growled, pulling me close, his lips finding mine.
I put a hand between our mouths. “No kissing.”
“Why not?”
“Because kissing leads to other things, and we’ve got a full house tonight. Wyn and Poet are crashing in the den. And Muddy no longer sleeps with ear plugs.”
He sighed. “Great. So I’m going to wake up with your ass pressed against me and I’m not going to be able to do anything about it.”
“What do you want to do to my ass?” I asked, making my voice even softer.
“You want me to tell you?”
“Yes. Tell me.”
“I want to fuck it. Slow. While my fingers are inside you.”
I shivered at the filthy picture he painted.
