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“They don’t know it’s a party,” he points out. “Uncle Brad wouldn’t even want a party.”
“Don’t you start.” Rose disappears back inside on a huff of indignance. “It’s been too long since we were all together.”
“Here,” I say, giving Maggie a quick kiss before passing her to Daniel. “Take your sister.”
He doesn’t argue and, of course, Maggie is delighted, screaming her joy, giving Daniel lots of angel kisses too. “I’ll take her to build a sandcastle.”
“Okay,” I call. “Make sure you put sunscreen on her face and keep her wetsuit on.” I go after Rose, finding her in the kitchen. Under a massive fucking banner wishing Brad and Pearl a happy engagement. Jesus Christ, they’ll walk straight back out.
“Danny!” she yells, coming at me.
I let her, catching her wrists and holding her in place.
“You’re dripping everywhere.”
“Deal with it.” I nod to the banner. “Not too much?”
She pouts, shoulders dropping. “I’m just excited.”
And who am I to spoil my wife’s fun? For fuck’s sake. I relent on a sigh. “Just tone it down a little, okay?”
“Okay,” she agrees.
“Hey, you might have gone to all this trouble for nothing. She might have said no.”
“She didn’t say no.”
“How’d you know?”
She falters, thinking, going back to the island and picking up a knife, chopping a few tomatoes. “I may have stopped by the beach on my way back from the salon after I dropped Beau off.” Oh yes, because my wife can drive now. She presses her lips together as she sets the knife down, and I drop my head back, exasperated. “I’m just so happy everyone is happy!” She comes to me and reaches for my shoulders, getting up on her tippy toes, waiting for me to drop my face. Her grin is impish. It’s a whole new level of satisfaction, seeing this new passion in Rose.
“I’m happy you’re happy,” I admit. “But like I said, dial it down.”
“Fine.”
“Good.”
She peeks past me. “Where are the kids?”
Oh? My dick twitches as I take her hand and lead it to the zip on the back of my wetsuit. “The kid took Maggie to build a sandcastle.”
Her blue eyes dance, pulling my zip down, allowing me to wriggle out the top half of my wetsuit. “Now who’s dripping?” I ask, losing my hand under her skirt, inhaling at the wetness I find. “Did you miss me this morning, baby?” I ask.
She attacks, and I lift her up against me, walking us out of the kitchen toward our bedroom. “Watch my hair,” she pants, yelping as I throw her on the bed. She frantically strips as I get out of my wetsuit, falling on top of her, my hair falling down into my face, my dick on the cusp on breaching her entrance. I plunge in, head dropped back, quivering.
“Oh yes,” I breathe, taking the pleasure, my arms braced, my torso stiff. “God, you feel good.”
She flexes her hips. “Move.”
“Wait,” I breathe, reining myself in.
“Move!”
“Wait, Rose.”
“Move!”
Fucking hell. I quickly gather myself and start pounding hard.
