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“Perfect.” I smile up at him, tears shimmering in my eyes and blurring my vision. Nothing has ever felt so special to me. No one has ever made me feel the way this man does.

Fool’s thumb brushes away a tear that slips down my temple. “Don’t cry, baby. Was I too rough?”

I shake my head, unable to explain the depth of emotion that’s overwhelming me. “No, it was perfect. Just . . . no one’s ever made me feel like this before.”

“Thank you for the gift of you.” He kisses me softly, then rolls to his side, taking me with him so we remain connected. The blankets beneath us are soft against my back, and the flower petals release their sweet fragrance as we shift.

“I meant what I said earlier,” Fool whispers, his hand tracing patterns along my hip. “You deserve everything.”

I snuggle closer, feeling his heartbeat slow against my chest. The intimacy of the moment is one I never want to forget.

Chapter 17

FOOL

“You feeling okay?” I ask as I walk toward the clubhouse, April tucked into my side.

I didn’t want to have to come back to the clubhouse this afternoon, but with her family still here and questions needing answers, it’s mandatory. I’d have preferred to stay at the house and enjoy her body even more, though from the way she winced getting off the bike, I know she must be sore. After the first time, we went through three more rounds before passing out around three this morning. This morning, I woke her with my mouth between her legs and had my way with her again before taking her in the shower.

It seems that when it comes to my wife, I can’t get enough of her. Teaching her, showing her what I like, and letting her touch me as she feels, it’s all addictive.

“I’m fine,” she answers, pulling me out of my head.

“If you’re sore, you don’t need to hide it from me,” I tell her, not wanting her to be in pain.

“I took something while we were still at the house. I keep Motrin and Tylenol on hand for headaches,” she admits sheepishly.

That’s good.

After our shower, I brought her bag, the one I’d packed and stowed in one of my saddlebags, so she could get dressed for the day. She’d been surprised I remembered all her hair and beauty shit. She did fuss over the shirt I picked out, the one she refused to wear because it was see-through. I didn’t know I packed it, but I wouldn’t mind seeing it on her all the same.

Instead, she’s wearing one of my shirts, tied and tucked at the back, paired with light, faded jeans and flip-flops. I’d have preferred her in sneakers or boots, but I wasn’t about to complain.

“They’re going to have coffee already made, right? Or will we need to make some?”

I snort and shake my head at April’s question. My woman loves her coffee. The sweeter, the better, but she also drinks it black.

“Come on, we’ll get you some coffee, then deal with everything else. After we finish here, we can head back to the apartment if you want, or we can stay here tonight.” I’ll leave the decision up to her. I’d suggest going back to the house, but I want to get furniture for it before we stay there for more than one night.

My house, which I bought while in the military, should have been a tear-down, but I’d been working on it for years. I rarely stayed there during the remodel, sleeping on an air mattress. Thinking I might sell it, I finished it up a couple of months ago, but I’m glad I didn’t. I enjoyed taking April to the house last night to make her feel special.

We’ll need a place anyway when she finishes school in a handful of weeks. No reason for us to stick to her apartment when we have a bigger space we can move to. I’m just not going to push it until the time comes. Her being so close to school makes things easier for her classes.

“Why can’t we stay at your house again?” she asks as I open the door for her.

“We have nothing there,” I state, pointing out the obvious. Hopefully, I'll remember to tell the prospects to pack towels when I send them.

“So,” she draws out, stepping inside. “I enjoyed staying there. It was nice.”

“If you want to stay, we’ll stay, but I’d prefer a bed to the floor,” I grunt. As great as it was last night, the blankets won’t suffice for more than one night for me.

“True, we can just stay here tonight, then. I kinda told Kayla she could crash at my apartment for a while,” she announces, biting her bottom lip and glancing around the room, checking to see who’s around.

“When did you tell her that?” I know those girls are close, but the small apartment feels cramped with just the two of us. Add a third person, and that’s a lot, though maybe it won’t be so bad. Kayla’s not like when Hazard crashed on the couch.

“Um, before everything with Venus,” she answers, blushing. “I’ll have to explain the reasons later, though I don’t know the full story.”

I hold her gaze and nod. “Right, let’s get you your coffee and see what’s going on around here.”