Bailey turned over in bed, pressing herself against Zack’s muscular body. She wondered if she’d ever get used to the joy of being with him. Of waking up with him every day and going to sleep with him every night.
“I don’t think I’m ready to get up yet,” Zack murmured, stroking her back with gentle fingers. “But I suppose we can’t stay in bed forever.”
“Who says?” Bailey teased.
“How about the man who wants your body twenty-four seven?”
“Oh.” She giggled. “Then I’ll have to think about it.”
He continued to caress her body, following the line of her back and the curved shape of her bottom.
“Don’t think too long. I think we have company in bed with us.” He jerked his hips slightly, enough so she could feel the hard length of his cock, swollen and pressing into her belly.
“Well, well.” She swallowed a smile. “Eager little thing, isn’t he.”
“Hey!” He adopted an offended tone. “Don’t use the word little when you talk about him.”
“I’ll give you that the word doesn’t apply where he’s concerned. Oh, Zack.” She wound her arms around his neck. “I never, ever thought I’d have this again with you.”
“Not again,” he corrected. “For the first time and better. Because now we also have a son who is making us very proud.”
Michael had just won an architectural prize for a design Clay Walker had given him free rein on. Tonight, they’d be celebrating with the Walkers, some others Clay did business with, her law partners, and a young lady Michael had been bringing around more and more.
It hadn’t been an easy year. They’d all had to get past a lot of hurt feelings, resentments, and tangled emotions. But, in the end, it had all worked out. Zack had moved his base of operations to Page Field in Fort Myers and ran the operation with just one other pilot. They ferried a lot of the guests of Casa Blanca along with their other business. Bailey’s practice continued to grow as she brought more high-dollar clients into the firm. And they were building a new home in Naples.
They had gotten married shortly after the weekend at Casa Blanca, with just Michael and the Walkers present. Bailey treated her wedding band like a gold treasure, which, to her, it was. A symbol of what she’d almost lost.
She and Zack had made a promise to each other that they would never go to bed angry with each other and that they would always look at both sides of every situation. She sometimes had to marvel at the new richness of their relationship.
Michael’s first love was still architecture. He was, after all, his father’s son, and Zack had given him flying lessons, helping him earn his pilot’s license. Now, when the three of them went up in the air, it was usually Michael doing the flying.
“I love you,” she said now. “I hope you know that and won’t ever forget it, no matter what happens.”
“I love you, too, and nothing is going to happen to change that. It didn’t before, and it won’t in the future, no matter what happens in our lives.”
Zack had been stroking her body, sliding his hand over her hip and down the length of her leg before sliding it between her thighs.
“Mmm,” he hummed. “Someone is very hot and wet.”
She caught her breath. “Someone is.”
He touched her clit, brushing his thumb back and forth, and every nerve in her body fired at full blast. Zack lifted her leg and placed it on his hip easing his shaft in between her thighs until he found the heat of her sex.
“I love you, Bailey, more than anything in the world.”
“I love you, too, Zack. You have to know you’re my everything.”
“Take me home, Bailey. Right where I belong.”
She reached down to find his cock and eased him inside her. The moment he was fully seated, he began to move, slow, easy strokes, his hand between them so he could keep up that lazy motion on her clit. She tightened her arms around his neck and opened her mouth to him, accepting his tongue.
Everything was slow, hot, even, a steady pace that built higher and higher. The orgasm caught them without warning, rolling over them both, and he poured himself into her. They shattered together, clinging to each other until, at last, the spasm subsided. And still he stayed locked inside her, bodies tight together.
“Home,” he repeated.
“Home,” she echoed.
And meant it.