Page 110 of Fall Over You

“To hang your rings on while you’re at the sink. So you can’t drop them in on accident.”

Her lips pop open and her eyes round. “That’s really sweet, Ty. And what a cute tradition. Thank you.”

She leans in for a quick kiss and I wrap her up in a hug.“You’re welcome.”

She’s a little stiff and I hope I didn’t just fuck something up. “Can I say something, though? Sorry. I know this is really nice.”

We both sit back on our heels and she crosses her arms. “This doesn’t get you out of dish duty. I know your grandpa probably didn’t mean to tell your grandma her place was in the kitchen, but that’s kinda the vibe.”

“You think my dad gets away with not doing the dishes?” I smirk and wiggle my ring off my finger. I stand and hang my ring on the hook. “Works just as well for my ring. We’re in this together, baby.”

Becca grins from her place on her knees and starts to pull at my belt buckle. I put my hand over hers with a laugh.

“Don’t blow me over it.” I return to the spot next to her on the floor and she crawls into my lap.

Becca bites her lip. “Quit being hot and I’ll quit trying to blow you all the time.”

We laugh and I kiss her rings on her left hand. She examines it in the light. “Well, now it sparkles more. New angles. I kinda like it.”

My hands rest on her hips and I lean in for a kiss. “It could be raining shit outside and you’d find a way to make it sunny side up. I love that about you.” Becca’s eyes light up, but I catch the moment she tempers her feelings, trying to find a response that I’ll be able to handle. I shake my hands on her hips. “Don’t do that, baby.”

“Do what?”

“Dull yourself for me.” I swallow hard. “I meant what I said. You’re allowed to enjoy it.”

“Even if it’s big and scary for both of us?”

I nod. “Even so.”

Her cheeks flush and she’s holding back a smile. “You know what I love about you?”

My throat feels tight hearing that word from her, so I sound like I just woke up. “What?”

“That if it was raining shit, you’d be out there chasing me with an umbrella to keep it off me. And Ellie, you wouldn’t even let her go outside.”

“But you’d be out there dancing and she wouldn’t let me rest until I let her out there with you.”

“And you’d hate every second of it,” Becca says.

We laugh and Becca rests her head on my shoulder where we’re leaned back against the cabinets. The bun on top of her head tickles my cheek.

“I love how much you love her, Reba. I’m so damn lucky.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way. She’s my buddy,” she says. “Now, if she was out trying to burn my barn down all the time and raising hell⁠—”

“She’d be just like you were growing up, so you’d love that even more.”

Those blue eyes glimmer more than her ring. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I never raised hell a day in my life.”

I pull her close and nuzzle into her neck. My voice drops to a gravelly rasp. “Never?”

“Never once,” she hums.

My hands dig into her thighs and travel up to her ass for a hard squeeze. I remember all the times I fantasized about her ass and whether she’d like getting spanked. Now feels like the ideal time to find out. “Then why does it seem like you might like to be punished?”

We dive into a hot, messy kiss, tongues tangling, hands exploring, and I take a moment to mentally thank my lucky stars that this is my life now: her all over me, her bringing out the best in me, her being the brightest star in my sky. My hand drifts between us and starts to rub over the front of her overalls, holding her through the denim and digging in with the heel of my hand to her moan. She grinds against my palm and I pull out of our kiss to encourage her, our foreheads locked together.

“There you go, baby. Get warmed up for me because I’m going to take you right here on the kitchen floor.”