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“Probably,” Kathy said.
“That was low about the beach, too,” Marilyn whined.
“No, it wasn’t. You’ve had that coming for the past three summers,” Emily said. “If you don’t invite us next summer, I might ask for a divorce.”
“Me too,” Kathy added.
“Okay, next year if we still get a place at the beach, I’ll invite you.”
“Promise?” Kathy replied.
“Promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.”
“Ugh, don’t say that,” Emily snapped. “Okay, I have to get back to my classroom.”
“Congratulations again!” Marilyn cried, grabbing her to hug. “I think it’s great, and it’s so deserved.”
“Thanks! Off to my class. Talk to you guys later.”
Emily left the lounge feeling happy again in spite of the indecision about the wedding. Before she went inside the classroom, she sent Paul another text.
Let’s just elope.
***
That afternoon when she arrived home, a truck was parked in her driveway with a handsome stud leaning against it, his feet in cowboy boots crossed at the ankles, a cowboy hat tipped a little forward so that all she could see was the lower half of his eyes, and they were burning, watching her drive up next to him with a grin on his face.
“Uh-oh,” she muttered when he came up to her car door and opened it. “I know that smile.”
“I have a lot of time to think about you now that you’re at work all day, and today I thought about your thighs.”
“Can I get inside the house first, please?” she asked, giggling.
“Hurry up, woman. I’ve been waiting.”
They got inside the door, and he didn’t wait for her to put her bags down before he took her in his arms and kissed her like they’d been apart for a month. She had a dress on of lightweight fabric, and he reached up under the skirt to the waistband of her panties and pulled them down over her hips.
“Paul”
But he was too quick for her; his hands were all over her, his mouth on hers, hungry for her.
“Get in the shower with me,” she said, mortified that he was rightthereafter she taught all day.
He pulled her dress up over her head and smoothed his hands over her bra. “Okay, I’ll shower with you.”
His hair was still damp from his own shower, but he understood how proud she was and that included this routine. Following her into the bedroom, he had his shirt unbuttoned and pants unzipped by the time they got to the bathroom door, and when she looked at him, she saw that he was ready.
“This is what you do to me,” he said. “This is how much I want you.”
She sat on the edge of the bed to take her shoes off, and he didn’t let her get much accomplished before his hands were on her thighs, “I love your thighs,” and his thumbs were on the inside, placing just enough pressure on her tender flesh that she yielded to his demands and spread them apart.
It didn’t take long. With the bedspread clutched in her fists, she came fast, a guttural moan of pleasure that she’d never made before. He pulled her bra off and got on top of her, not wasting any time getting inside.
“I love you so much,” he grunted, each word emphasized by a thrust, and when it happened for him, he let it go with such abandon that he laughed a little bit, and then a sob escaped that he wasn’t quick enough to bite back, with each stroke, establishing his love.
Chapter 9
At the beginning of November, the time had arrived for the final fitting of Emily’s wedding dress. The plan was simple; they were going to get married on the beach in Encinitas, and then just the immediate family and close friends would come back to the cabin for cake.
