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Riley leads me to the living room, and we take a seat on the couch. “Next week is Independence Day. Grandma and Grandpa Bishop always have a party behind their house with a huge fireworks display. Everyone brings food, and we make a whole day out of it. Come with me.”
“That sounds like a blast. I’ve never really done anything on the Fourth of July,” I tell him, setting my wine glass on the coffee table, then I take his and put it next to mine to free his hands.
“I’m so fucking glad you’re staying longer,” he says with a wide grin.
I take the opportunity to straddle his lap, and when I grind my hips down on him, I feel his hard length. I move forward and capture his lips with mine, wrapping my arms around his neck and rocking my body against his. I need this man like I need air, and the only thing that stops us from continuing is the timer beeping in the kitchen.
“Let the motherfucker burn,” Riley whispers against my lips, his palms cupping my ass and pulling me closer.
I let out a laugh. “But I’m starving,” I say, my head dizzy from him.
“I’m starving too…for you, but shit, I don’t want to set the place on fire.” He lets out a frustrated growl as I crawl off him. Standing, he adjusts himself, and I giggle at his scowl. I follow him into the kitchen, and he removes the pizza from the oven, the edges already dark and crisp.
“This is your fault,” he says with a smirk.
“It’s just a little burnt,” I tease.
“I was talking about this.” He cups his dick through his jeans, and I laugh, knowing I’m feeling just as sexually frustrated. However, it’s probably a good thing we stopped ourselves since we’re using this time to get to know each other better. Regardless of how tempting it is.
Riley Bishop’s the whole package, and he’s mine.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
RILEY
Today’s the family’s big Fourth of July party, and I’m so excited Zoey decided to stay longer so she wouldn’t miss it. These past few weeks have been some of the best of my life, and I want her here permanently. Ever since last weekend, when she said she wasn’t leaving just yet, I’ve been toying with the idea of telling her how I really feel. If she’s willing to take the risk, then so am I.
Every morning when I wake up, I’m grateful, but now I have more to look forward to. I love seeing Zoey randomly throughout my day and meeting up with her when I’m able.
When we hung out last Saturday, things heated up between us as they typically do, but this time, we almost didn’t stop. The truth is, I’m ready to be one-hundred percent married to her and move her into my house. I want to wake up with her every morning and fall asleep with her in my arms. It’s all I think about, and tonight, I’m more determined than ever to tell her. Even if I’m risking my heart, I need to lay it all out there.
Diesel and I are up earlier than normal to get a head start since we’ll be cutting our workday short. Though we’ll be helping with the party and fireworks, the animals still need to be fed and watered.
“You ready to blow shit up tonight?” Diesel taunts as we make our way back to the shop and wrap everything up for the day. “I overheard Rowan is bringing a guy. You ready for that?”
I snap my head toward him, brows furrowed in confusion. This is news to me. “Who? What guy?”
“I don’t know; some dude she met at the bar. Told you it was a bad idea for her to work there,” he huffs, and I can’t tell if he’s genuinely concerned about it or just jealous. My guess is on the latter, but I know every person in this town, so he better be a decent guy, or he’s going to be meeting my fist.
“So I guess that means you’ll be taking it out on the fireworks tonight?” I snicker, opening up the shop door and walking in.
Fisher’s in the office, organizing the desk. “Done already?” he asks, then looks up.
“Yep,” I answer.
“Because we fuckin’ rock,” Diesel adds. “Gotta get ready for the party.”
“Is it gonna be a problem that I come tonight?” Fisher asks me, but then his gaze goes to Diesel.
“No, why would it?” I ask, then walk to the fridge for a water.
“Well, I’d be bringing Gretchen. But if it’s gonna be a problem, then I won’t.” Fisher crosses his arms over his chest, but he’s not being a dick about it. He’s asking because he’s honestly trying not to cause issues, so I respect that.
“D?” I ask, tilting my chin at him. “You gonna be on your best behavior later, or am I gonna have to kick my best friend’s drunk ass afterward?”
