Her fingers find my nipple rings and give them a slight tug. “Hurry, I’m feeling a little… hungry.”
With that she heads to the bathroom and I hear the shower turn on.
I make the world’s quickest scrambled eggs and toast and bring it to her in bed, where she is wearing nothing except a towel on her head. While she eats I have a quick shower myself then drink my coffee in bed next to her, also naked.
Fuck wearing clothes today.
As soon as she’s done with her food, I lower myself on the bed and spread her legs wide. I glance up at her and lick my lips. “Get ready to scream babe.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Tenielle
I glance around the table, at my parents’ faces and then at Saxon’s.
“So Mum,” I start. “The reason we wanted to have this dinner was that we have an announcement to make.”
My mum gasps. “Oh my god you’re pregnant, aren’t you?”
I can’t tell if she looks happy or sad.
“No I’m not pregnant, but I am getting married.”
Silence.
My father looks to Saxon. “I don’t remember you asking permission to marry my daughter.”
Yikes.
“I’m sorry Mr. Crawford, the truth is that I love your daughter, and I want to marry her. I didn’t really think about anyone else’s answer beside hers.”
“It’s two thousand and fourteen Dad,” I tell him, amused. “Did Chase ask you?”
“When will the wedding be?” my mother asks, beaming. “I can’t wait to start planning. When can we go wedding dress shopping?”
The answer to that would be never.
“I’m not sure yet Mum, he only proposed last week so we haven’t planned anything yet.”
“I see,” she replies. “I’ll help you every step of the way darling.”
That’s what I am afraid of.
I see Saxon trying to hide his smile and failing.
“Well Layla said she would help but I’m sure—”
“Layla is busy with her own family,” she replies, cutting me off.
I narrow my eyes. “Lexi is my best friend and maid of honor, so she will be helping too.”
She puts her napkin down on her plate. “I see.”
“We can worry about the details later,” my dad says, coming to my rescue. “Welcome to the family Saxon.”
He should probably run while he still can.
For the next hour, we answer questions such as where are we going to live and when are we going to have our first child. After the inquisition, we drive to Kidd’s house. He wanted us to come over for a few drinks with his boyfriend, Darren. I’ve met Darren once. He’s a seriously good-looking man, and I think the two of them make a cute couple.
“You okay babe?” Saxon asks.
I turn to look at him. “Yeah, I could really use a drink right now.”
He smirks. “We’re almost there.”
Good.
My mother could drive anyone to drink.
We spend the night with Kidd and Darren then go back to my apartment.
“I don’t know why we always come here when your place is ten times bigger,” I say as I get changed into my pajamas.
Saxon laughs. “I don’t know. I guess your apartment is more central, and you’re fussier about these things. I’ll sleep anywhere you are. You need all your fancy lotions and whatnot.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Are you calling me high maintenance?”
“I didn’t say those words,” he replies. “But now that you mention it—you can be, yes.”
“Did you hear that noise?” I ask.
He looks around the room. “What noise?”
“The sound of any chance of you getting laid tonight flying out the window.”
He falls onto the bed and starts laughing. “Babe, you’re the one who reaches for me in the night. You think you can last the night without me inside you?”
“I lasted all the times you weren’t here!” I point out.
“Yeah, because I wasn’t here. Plus you probably used your vibrator anyway.”
I totally did.
“We’ll see, Saxon Tate, who can keep their hands to themselves tonight,” I announce.
No way in hell am I going to lose this.
*****
Two hours later
I shift on the bed for the hundredth time.
“What’s wrong?” Saxon asks. “Feeling a little frustrated?”
Dammit I thought he was asleep.
“I’m fine,” I grit out. “I just can’t sleep.”
“You’ve never had a problem falling asleep before,” the jerk points out.
“Go to sleep,” I growl.
He laughs.
“Babe, you just have to say the words, and I’ll be all over you, giving you exactly what you need.”
I want to, I do. But I’m stubborn as hell—call it one of my many flaws.
“Goodnight,” I say shortly.
He chuckles and rubs a warm hand down my spine. “Are you sure?”
He sounds so smug that I refuse to give into him. However, an idea forms in my mind.
“Yes I’m sure, besides I’m meeting Reid in the morning, and I’m sure he will make me work out my frustrations on the punching bag…”
A few moments of silence. I can actually feel the tension in the room building as his mind races.
Men—they are so damn easy.