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I blink, adjusting to the light, and then I notice we’re standing in front of a house. More specifically, my favorite house out of all the ones we’ve seen. And when he pulls the key out of his pocket and shows it to me, it all falls into place.
“You bought it?” I ask in disbelief.
“Mm-hm,” he hums against my ear. “You want to go in?”
I nod rapidly. “I really do.”
I’m not naive. I know this isn’tmyhouse. It’s Hayes’s. But there’s something about the fact that he picked my favorite of all the houses to buy…something that tells me he sees the same future for us that I do.
We walk up the steps and onto the porch, and I look around as it starts to set in. He opens the front door and gestures for me to enter.
This place is just as perfect as I remember it being. It’s not too big, but has plenty of room to raise a family. And I can just picture curling up next to the fireplace and reading a book on cold winter days.
“I love this place so much,” I tell him.
He smiles, staring down at me. “I know you do.”
My heart jumps at the intensity of his gaze, but just before I let myself fall into him, I see the mantle out of the corner of my eye. Where it was empty before, it’s now decorated with pictures of Hayes and me. I walk closer to get a better look.
There’s the one Mali took before the Thomas Rhett concert, and another that I snapped the morning after we got back together—when we woke up on our beach and decided to stay tangled up together while we listened to the waves crash on the shore. When we first saw this place, I remember rambling about how beautiful this mantel would look with some picture frames on it.
“You listened,” I breathe.
He moves to stand in front of me, sliding his hand to the back of my neck and rubbing behind my ear. “I hang on every single word you say.”
All the air leaves my lungs as I arch up and kiss him. This whole thing feels like a dream. I spent years mentally wrapped up in everything he is, and now he’s here, holding me and loving me the way I always hoped he would. It’s like I painted my own little fairy tale in my mind and made it come to life.
Pulling away, I break the kiss and rest my head against his chest. Sometimes, I love him so much I feel dizzy. But he wraps his arms around me, kissing the top of my head and rubbing my back. I could spend the rest of my life right here and never have a single complaint.
We end up venturing into the rest of the house, talking about what he could do with each room. There’s no garage for him to work on his boards, but there’s a shed out back that would suffice. He mentions wanting to turn the downstairs bedroom into an office, so he has somewhere to keep all the paperwork for the bar, and that he wants to paint each room a different color.
Because white is boring.
I listen, giving my input when I have some, until we finally end in the kitchen.
Honestly, this was one of my favorite rooms. It was the one where I could picture us so vividly—cooking dinner together and laughing when I tease him about the dishes. Even now, I can see it. And I want it more than the air I breathe.
“I can’t believe this is your house,” I tell him.
He steps closer, and my hips are pinned against the island.
“Believe it, baby. It’s all mine.” He bends down to kiss my neck. “And I plan to worship your body on every…fucking…inch of it. Starting right here.”
His hand slides up inside my shorts and pushes my panties to the side. He bends his fingers and goes right for my clit, rubbing circles into it like his sole intention is to make me cum as fast as possible.
“Fuck,” I moan softly.
He pulls his head back to look at me. “We’re not hiding here, baby. There’s no one else in this place. It’s just us. And I want to hear you scream.”
Pleasure builds inside of me. From his words, from the feel of his skilled fingers, from the way he watches me. And as my head falls back and I stop holding myself back, he smirks.
“That’s it,” he tells me. “That’s my good girl.”
His hands move to my hips, and he undresses me quickly, like he’s desperate for it. He grips my waist and sits me on the island. The feeling of the cold granite makes me squeak, but the heat of his gaze warms me to the point where I don’t care.
He drops down to his knees and hooks my legs over his shoulders. “Let’s see just how loud you can be.”
There’s no teasing in the way he dives right in, licking my pussy and sucking on my clit. I lean back and hold myself up with my hands as he eats me out with so much skill that I’m already on edge. He grips at the skin on my thighs, pulling me closer as if he can’t get enough. He needs it all. Every last bit of my pleasure is his and he won’t stop until he gets it.
