I tugged the curtain back, glowering as our greatest enemy, Ms. Carlson, plucked two romance books from our Little Free Library and started to shove scripture in their place.
“I’ve got it this time,” June said, yanking open the front door.
I stifled a laugh as all five feet two inches of my girlfriend launched down the sidewalk. A pair of hands slid over my hips and I gasped as Dallas pressed body against mine, leaning in.
“Look at her go,” he whispered. “Ms. Carlson stands no chance.”
Well now it was hard to focus. I pushed my ass back against him and smirked when he growled, our eyes on June as she wrestled two books from Ms. Carlson and chased her off.
“It’s really sexy when she does that,” I sighed.
“I almost think you like it when this happens.”
“Well, ever since I posted that animation about it online, I think at least a hundred thousand people are invested in the updates.”
Dallas chuckled and we both grinned as June sailed back inside.
“Victory!” she called.
“Victoryyyy!” I said with her, immediately meeting her in two easy strides.
She squealed as I lifted her up and threw her over my shoulder the way Dallas could do with both of us.
“Oh my god,” she laughed. “What are you doing?!”
“Taking you to our bed, right where you belong.”
“I have an idea.”
I raised my head from my sketchbook and squinted at June. We’d brought a picnic out to the park and I’d been drawing while she laid out in the sun eating grapes like my own personal sex goddess.
“Mm-hmm. And what idea is that?”
“For Dallas’s birthday, I think we should fly somewhere for some primal hunting at a cabin in the woods. I may have asked around and got info from some polyamorous folks in Austin.”
“Oh my god,” I said. “Where is the cabin?”
“Blue Ridge Mountains. I’ve never been.”
“Me neither.” I put my pen down. “We should conspire against him. In the name of love.”
June grinned. “For love. And for getting our backs blown out by our sexy mechanic husband.”
I smiled to myself. Recently, June had started calling us husband and wife.Our wife. Our husband.Every time she set it, a little shockwave of pleasure rolled up my spine. We weren’t married, but I still liked hearing it.
“I like conspiring against ourhusband,” I chuckled.
“It’s one of my favorite things to do. Just how far can we push Dallas Whynot?”
June wasa gothic vision in all black.
Her wedding dress trailed behind her, her tattoos on display. It was sleeveless with a lace, high neck top.
“You can’t cry,” she immediately whispered, her eyes already watering.
It was too late for that. I wiped my eyes, thankful that Evie had put waterproof mascara on me.
“You’re stunning,” she said, her voice shaking. “Madi, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I love you.”
