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“That was amazing,” Luke managed between pants. “Goddamn, Bird. You know you’re pussy is remarkable too?”
“Yes.” Andy motioned briskly for the tissue box on her nightstand. “Yes, I do.”
Luke tugged out two and handed them to her with a smirk.
She shot him the side-eye, and he relinquished the box.
They cleaned up together with giggles and snorts, and kisses and sighs. But eventually, they fell quiet lying there in each other’s arms as their heartbeats synced up.
“You’re going to sleep good tonight, aren’t you?” Andy murmured, lips brushing a deliciously warm pectoral muscle.
“Yup,” Luke said, eyes shuttering. “I plan on making love to you all day long, and then when I do finally pass out, I’m going to dream of nothing else but fucking you some more. So, yeah, it’s gonna be a good night.”
Andy giggled, very much liking this plan. And the deep contentment in the sexy rasp of Luke’s voice. She was content too. Content to watch the steady rise and fall of his chest as he recovered from the first of what promised to be a whole lot of orgasms that day.
But as they lapsed into silence once more, it suddenly occurred to Andy there was still something she wasn’t content with. Something she didn’t yet have an answer for. She tapped Luke’s chest. “You still haven’t told me your favorite number.”
His mouth lifted in a lazy grin. “Still haven’t decided. There are too many to choose from.”
“More accurately, there’s an infinite number to choose from. Isn’t that awesome?”
“Yes. It’s fucking rad.”
“Just pick one,” she pressed.
His smile widened. “Can’t right now. Sorry.”
Ugh, the man was annoying. How hard was it just to say “seven because it’s lucky” or “ten because it stands for excellence” or “twenty-five because it’s such a strong mathematical integer as well as being the exact number of letters in both of our names”?
Which was really something, by the way.
Andy would have also accepted sixty-nine since it was smutty, and she knew by the sexy smirk on Luke’s face he was probably thinking it.
But was that what he said? Nope. What he said was:
“I’ll decide tomorrow. Or maybe the one after that.”
“Will we have a lot of tomorrows together?”
“Yup. That’ll be a really high number, for sure.”
Andy liked this answer very much. Still, she felt she should probably warn him. “Okay, but just so you know. If you say something like that to a girl like me, youreallyhave to mean it. Because I’m the kind of girl who holds on forever. I’ll chase you. I’ll stalk you. I’m a total Stage-Five clinger.”
“You promise, Creeper?”
“Believe it,” she said, sinking her claws into the pec he was popping at her.
Luke’s nipples beaded, and a growl rumbled from him right before he rolled on top of her with a swiftness that took her breath away. “Then, Andalise Rhodes Whittenbalm, you can have all my tomorrows.”
Andy smiled. She smiled big.
And when Luke married that smile with his own, she felt his love in every cell of her body. She believed it to be true.
And she was happy.
Epilogue
Manytomorrowslater,ona balmy August morning, Luke was back at the usual spot with a pair of Nikons pressed to his eyes. Sunshine warmed his legs as they extended from the low seat of his chair, and sand tickled his toes as his niece continued to pour buckets of the stuff onto his feet.
