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“Me too,” FNG said, standing up from his stool.
I rushed back over to him, grabbing him by the arms. “But you can’t go to bed yet. I haven’t heard the ending!”
He slapped me on the shoulder, grinning the whole time. “I’ll tell you in the morning. I’m bushed. And thanks for dinner. It was amazing.”
I nodded. “Well, don’t tell Honey, but I didn’t exactly tell the truth when I said it was beef.” I grinned and shot him a wink. I swear, his face paled to a ghostly shade. If he was going to leave me hanging, I was going to ensure he didn’t get any sleep tonight.
“I…I’m going to bed.”
He turned and walked out of the room. I leaned back against the counter, grinning the whole time. “Damn, it’s good to have him back.”
12
FNG
I walked into my room,shutting the door quietly behind me in case Honey was already sleeping. Her hair was strewn across the pillows like something out of a fantasy. I couldn’t believe I was married. I looked down at the ring on my finger and smiled. It wasn’t at all what I was expecting, but sometimes that’s how life worked.
I looked around my old room. Not a single thing had changed. No one had cleared it out. Dust covered every surface, almost as if they were trying to preserve me in their memory. In actuality, they probably hadn’t sent anyone up to take care of it yet, but a man could dream.
I walked over to the bed, easing down on the edge. My side pulled painfully and all I wanted was a good night’s sleep. But I needed just a few minutes to watch the woman that saved my life. I wouldn’t be here today without her.
I wondered if she would want me in her bed or if she would ask me to sleep on the floor. Either option was fine, though I wouldn’t mind spending the night with her. I took a deep breath, finally feeling my bones settle after so much time on the run. But with that deep breath came an odor so horrible, I was surprised no one had said anything to me earlier.
I shoved off the bed, but didn’t get far. Honey had her fingers intertwined with mine, and she was staring at me with those bedroom eyes that I noticed the night we met at the bar. Fuck, she was beautiful.
“Where are you going?”
“To shower. I smell like a four day old dirty sock.”
Her nose wrinkled up in this cute way that made me want to press it. “I can’t say I’ve ever smelled a four day old dirty sock.”
“And you never want to find out. Trust me, it’s not a good thing.”
She tugged slightly on my hand. “So…do you want some company in the shower?”
“Oh,” I said in surprise. “I mean, if you want. I thought with everything…it was…but if you want. Not that I’m going to pressure you. Or that I don’t want to. We hardly know each other.”
She slid out from under the covers and walked up to me, pulling her shirt off along the way. The fabric fell from her fingertips, landing softly on the ground. I swallowed hard, staring at the most beautiful sight. Her tits were round and plump, just as I had imagined. And those hips…talk about an hourglass figure. I was already hard, on the verge of coming in my pants, and that was not the way to start this marriage.
“So…” she said shyly.
Shy my ass. She wasn’t shy. She was playing coy. Damn, I loved this woman. That is, if you could fall in love with a woman in forty-eight hours.
“So, we should—” I jerked my thumb over my shoulder, taking a step back without watching where I was going. I hit the edge of the metal bed frame with my ankle, then stumbled onto a pair of shoes, nearly falling over.
I stood up straight and tried to pull myself together. I wasn’t like this. I wasn’t clumsy and fumbling. I was FNG, the lady killer who couldn’t be killed. “Let’s do this.”
Great opening line. Fuck, I was such an idiot.
She followed me into the bathroom, her hands resting on my hips as I walked. I turned on the water, ready to get in when she giggled.
“Are you going to get undressed?”
“Oh, right,” I laughed awkwardly. But as I tried to pull my shirt overhead, I winced at the stretching where my wound was. That wasn’t going to work. She ran her hands up my chest and leaned in close.
“Let me,” she whispered.
“Sure,” I said, because…well, what the fuck was I supposed to say? A woman was standing in front of me, wanting to undress me. There was no way in hell I was going to say no to that. And she was my wife. It had to be a cardinal sin to walk away from her.
