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Do I even need this shit anymore?
“Babe?” Rex looks at me, his mouth downturned with concern. “You ok?”
“Yeah.” I shake away the boxes cluttered in the hallways of my mind and focus on his frowning face. “Why, did you say something?”
“No. I just turned around and you looked lost in your own apartment.”
I shrug and let his love put a smile back on my face.
“I guess I kinda got lost in my head a little. All the boxes and shit still laying around are embarrassing.” He seems to chew on my words for a moment, his eyes narrowed with questions, but he doesn’t push any further.
Instead, he bends into the tub and turns on the water. The shower kicks on, having been the last thing used, and sprinkles rain down onto his head.
“Shit.” He pushes the lever to redirect the flow, but I’m already laughing my ass off.
He grips my hand once the flow is closer to the ground, droplets running down his forehead, and presses me into the single vanity, his hips pinning my ass to the cold porcelain.
“Was that funny, babe?” I pinch my lips between my teeth to keep from laughing but gasp when his pelvis grinds into mine.
“It was, not gonna lie.” I simper, rotating my hips back into him as payback. His eyes flutter closed, his nostrils flaring.
“You got me on that one, babe.” He says huskily, his hands going to the sink on either side of me, boxing me in.
Yep, that’s hot.
“Now get in before I fuck you again.” My clothes are removed from my grasp and my ass is slapped, pointing me in the direction of the steam now billowing from the spray.
34
REX
The countdown is on.
I only have a few more days before I have to be back on the road, and I want to get all the formalities out of the way before I leave.
Aria was willing to leave the studio in the care of her sisters who seemed a lot less aggressive when we left, but I know she’ll want to get back to it well before I’m ready for her to.
My girl, freshly fucked and showered, takes my offered hand and steps out of the back seat of the car into the afternoon sun. Ian slams the door shut behind us and jogs around to the driver’s side to pull the car away.
Large sunglasses cover half of Aria’s gorgeous features, similar to mine, and when she slips them down to take in the sight in front of her, I nearly faint.
Swear, my heart just did the pitter-patter shit.
She looks at me over the dark lenses, her green irises darting from manicured hedge to me and back to the wrap-around porch and the all-white house. The shock and awe in her gaze sends chills down my straightened spine when she brings it back to me.
Aria’s shoulder-length hair blows in the wind, her slow smile spreading the longer she looks from me to the house, her palmwarming mine. She’s wearing all the shit I picked out, her jeans tight enough to leave nothing to my imagination, her top a low cut tank like thing under a scuffed leather jacket I found in her closet.
And then there’s the heels …
Fuck me.
She’s my fucking walking wet dream.
What she doesn’t know, though, is that there’s a reunion of sorts going on inside the picturesque home. Or there will be soon, anyways.
Pulling her hand, we step onto the crisp lawn of the colonial-style house under the midday sun. The grass has been cut recently, the scent still clinging to the warm air surrounding us like a special kind of welcome home I didn’t know I needed.
I lead her onto the paved pathway that leads all the way across the yard to the front of the house with a different kind of beat in my head and a special elation to my step.
