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“You are so beautiful,” I whisper as I stare into her eyes. There’s that one song that says you can tell if someone loves you by their kiss, but I think it’s in their eyes. The way she looks at me, the way her eyes communicate and I can hear, even if her lips aren’t moving. Sometimes I even forget how to breathe when we lock eyes. I don’t know what I did to deserve the love of this woman, but I promise to never take her for granted and give her the world she deserves.
“Are you okay?” She tilts her head and stares intently at me, trying to look into my soul. If she did, she would see herself and the future I want for us.
“Perfect,” I breathe before we come together like two magnets drawn to each other—made for each other.
With my hands steady on her hips, I forcefully rock her back and forth over my lap as her fingers link behind the back of my neck.
“That’s it, baby. Take what you need. Grind on me till that pretty little pussy comes.”
Her movements increase, and I know she’s close. I try to adjust us so that I can pop the button on her jeans and slip my fingers inside to rub her clit, but we’re now at an awkward angle. This used to be so much easier when we were younger.
Riley lets out a small groan in frustration and slows her movements.
“Take me home, Cooper,” she pants before pulling back and settling back in the passenger seat.
By the time we pull back into her driveway, the rain has shifted from a light drizzle to a torrential downpour.
“Ready?” I ask with my hand on the handle of the door as huge water droplets pelt against the windshield.
Riley giggles and leans over, pressing a quick kiss to my lips before opening her own door and sprinting to the front door.
Her laughter mixes with mine as I accidentally run through a huge puddle, splashing water and mud all over my jeans.
Once we’re both safely on the front porch, I take my hat off and shake my head like a dog. Even though I was wearing a hat, water drips off the ends of my drenched hair and flies all over Riley.
“Oh my God, what is wrong with you?” she laughs, brushing her own wet hair off her face.
I grab her hips and pull her flush against my front before she can unlock the door.
“You know I just love getting you wet,” I whisper against her lips in a husky tone. I feel like a damn teenage boy with my hormones when I’m around her.
“Let’s go inside,” she pants.
I nod and twist her around, her back now against my front.
“Maybe next time, be sure to check the forecast before planning an outside date night,” she giggles as she turns her key in the door.
I mock her and walk inside behind her, keeping a minimal distance between us.
Before I can reply, we both still as loud applause and familiar piano chords play through the house’s Bluetooth speakers. Is Austin having some sort of concert?
Second later, Austin slides across the floor from the kitchen. His back is toward us, so he clearly hasn’t noticed that we came home. Austin is channeling his inner Tom Cruise, dressed in a light gray long-sleeve dress shirt, plaid boxers, and white socks that are pulled up mid-calf. If that wasn’t bad enough, it seems he has a spatula in hand as a makeshift microphone.
He spins around when Bob Seger belts out the lyrics to “Old Time Rock and Roll.” Perched on Austin’s face are dark-rimmed sunglasses.Damn, homeboy is going all out for his performance.His off-key and over-the-top dancing have both Riley and me frozen with our jaws hanging and eyebrows raised.
Riley covers her mouth with both her hands, trying to stifle her laughter.
It’s not until he shimmies in an almost sumo-wrestler-style stance that he notices us.
“Fuck,” he shouts at the top of his lungs. When he launches backward, the sunglasses fall to the ground with a loud clang. “What the fuck, guys?” he asks breathlessly, one hand clutching the spatula against his chest while the other leans down to grab his glasses. “I thought y’all were out for the evening.”
“Well, we were, but you know, kind of need decent weather for an outside date,” Riley teases and looks back at the window at the top of the front door that is now covered in water droplets. I let out a deep sigh. I know she’s never going to let me live this down.
“I guess we don’t have to ask how your evening is going.” After helping Riley out of her wet jacket, I pull off my hoodie.
“Hey, I’ve had a house full of people the last week. Excuse me”—he points the spatula in my face before realizing what he’s doing and tossing it to the side—“ for wanting to enjoy the peace and quiet in my own damn house. You don’t like it, Graham, get the hell out.”
It’s too easy to get him riled up. “Relax, dude. Don’t get your tighty-whities in a bunch.”
