Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I grin. “It’s hard being a grandpa.”
He sends me a dark look, and I just grin wider at him. He shakes his head as he continues to brush his teeth.
“Did you have fun, at least?” I ask, hoping he did.
He nods before spitting. “Yeah. Just feel like shit.”
“There are aspirin and water beside the bed.”
“I took them, thank you.”
I watch as he spits again and then washes his face and beard. When he comes out of the bathroom in all his glory, my mouth goes dry. He makes me want to climb him like a tree and hump him. Since I know he’s not feeling well, I refrain.
“Did you have fun?” He crawls into bed, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me to him so we’re flush. He glides his hands along the backs of my thighs, up to my ass, before squeezing my bare cheeks.
I nod. “We did. It’s crazy how nothing has changed between us, even though all of us are involved with someone and Eliza is married, Elliot is pregnant. It was nice to just be us five.”
“I’m glad,” he mutters against my temple. “Do you have anything to do today?”
“Not really. Ciaran hired people to set up, but I think he and Alex are going to go make the arch.”
“Make the arch?”
“Yeah, they’re making one out of all their favorite romance books that Lou and Ciaran love.”
He smiles against my temple. “Ciaran is such a romantic.”
I snort. “So are you when you’re buzzed,” I tease, and he kisses my temple.
He moves his hand to the small of my back and draws circles along my spine. “I should be more romantic when I’m not buzzed, aye?”
“No,” I say, gazing into his eyes. “If you do it all the time, I won’t swoon when you do.”
He quirks his lips. “I do love making you swoon.”
I kiss his mouth, tasting the mint of his toothpaste as he devours my lips. He brings me in closer, his cock growing against my stomach. He pulls back first, which is surprising, until he grazes his lips over my top lip. His eyes bore into mine, his depths so dark and inviting. I want to fall into them, drown in all his chocolate glory. “Think you’d want to go on a day-trip with me?”
I eye him. “Are you up for that?”
He grins. “I threw up. I’ll pound back some Gatorade and then eat some bacon. I’ll be fine.”
“Then, yes. Where are we going?”
“Nashville.”
“For?”
“I have a storage space there, and I need to grab a few things.”
I see a secret in his eyes, and I furrow my brows. “A few things?”
“Yeah, some of my parents’ stuff.”
My heart aches for him. “Sure, I’d love to.”
He brushes his lips against mine. “Also, do you have a passport?”
I nod. “I do.”
“Can I take you to Scotland?”
I giggle. “You know the answer, Riggs.”
He smiles. “What about your business?”
“I have employees. They’ll be fine, and Peepaw can keep the boys.”
“I’m surprised he hasn’t figured out you’re here.”
“I live in an apartment above the dog resort, and when he asks where I am, I say I’m at Lou’s old place. But he’s been so busy with the play-offs, I don’t think he’s noticed.”
“Which is a win for me since you’re in my bed.”
“Well, you are a winner,” I retort, grinning at him. His cheeks flush a bit as I twirl his beard with my fingers. “My hot hockey king.”
His eyes flash with desire, and my heart skips a beat. “Before I ravish you, I need you to know, I want to introduce you to my parents.” Once more, my heart aches for this beautiful man. “We have a plot of land in Scotland, a small little house I haven’t visited in over two years. My parents are buried on our land, and I want to take you there.”
Tears spring to my eyes. “I’d love that.”
“When I said I had money, it’s because of the land and an inheritance. Peppa tried to take half, but I was smart and made her sign a prenup before we got married.” He searches my eyes. “So, if down the road, you want that baby we discussed, I promise I’ll make it happen.” A tear slips past without my realizing it, and he narrows his eyes. “Love, what have I told you about this crying? It kills me.”
I nod, quickly wiping the tear away. “It’s just, you say you’re only romantic when you’re buzzed, but Riggs, you blow me away at every turn.”
He cups my jaw, running his thumb along my bottom lip. “I don’t want you ever to question how much I love you.”
“I don’t,” I whisper against his thumb. “I feel it.”
He leans his forehead to mine, kissing my top lip. “I do too,” he whispers. “I still have regrets about suggesting we wait till after the wedding. I’m ready to ruin the wedding if it means you’ll be on my arm.”