Where We Belong

How many times have we talked about this? More times than I can count. It’s a major fantasy of mine, but one I never have the opportunity to act on because of the boys. Just the sight of Ben in his uniform is enough to make my legs shake. Pairing that with us crammed into the back of his car, him pinning me down or me grinding in his lap, his pants undone just enough to reveal his cock, the harsh chill of his handcuffs pressing into my skin, biting my flesh, the smell of sex and sweat growing thick around us and lingering there after we’re done, reminding him every time he gets in what we did and how it felt . . . Yeah, that’s definitely something I’ve thought about more than once.

“Mm mmm.” Tessa wiggles her brows. “Just let me know when and we’ll make it happen.”

Warmth spreads across my face.

Now? Is that too short notice?

Sighing, Tessa leans forward, braces her elbows on her knees and stares at the door next to the one she was occupying minutes ago. “Beth, you did want us here with you today so you could get our opinions, right? We can’t really do that unless you show us what you’re wearing.”

A soft, throaty grunt sounds from behind the door.

I smile.

Sweet Beth. She’s a little anxious about her wedding night with Reed. I get it. She wants him speechless at the sight of her, in her wedding dress and out of it.

Oh La La Boutique has just the thing for that.

Her door opens slightly. She peeks her head out, looking hesitant, her dark brows pulled together and her lips pinched into a tight white line. “Okay . . . ready?”

I look over at the boys, making sure they’re occupied with each other and not in her line of sight. Nodding, I motion for her to show us.

Releasing a tense breath, Beth steps back and pulls the door open, standing in her dressing room to stay concealed.

She’s wearing a white embroidered corset with delicate lace trim, the material tight across her body, showing ample cleavage and her cute little curves, a matching garter and white stockings on her legs.

“Wow.” My eyes widen. Reed is going to lose his mind.

Beth runs her hand across her stomach, still looking unsure. “Honestly, do you think he’ll like it? I’ve never worn anything like this before.”

“Seriously? Will he like it?” Tessa laughs. She presses her hand to her chest. “I like it. I would marry you if I knew that was on underneath your dress. You’re going to give him a heart attack in that thing.”

Beth covers her mouth, her cheeks flushing. “Yeah? I just . . .” She lowers her hand. “I want him to want me so bad, like how I want him. You know?”

I smile at her, feeling so happy for both of them.

Especially Reed. He deserves this kind of love.

“Well, I don’t think that’s going to be a problem. I say buy it,” I tell her, standing and moving to the boys when Chase starts whining. I pick him up and bounce him in my arms.

“Me too,” Tessa adds.

“Okay. With the stockings, or . . .”

“With,” Tessa and I answer simultaneously.

“All right,” she giggles. “Cool. I need to hurry and get changed so I can get back to the bar.”

Her dressing room door closes.

Tessa stands from the bench and moves across the dressing area. “What about you?” she asks.

“What about me?”

“Hello.” She hooks a thumb over her shoulder toward the doorway leading out into the store. “Go pick out something and try it on.”

Chase squirms in my arms, forcing me to switch him to my other hip. I shake my head. “They’re getting restless. We need to get going. And when will I even have the chance to wear it for Ben? Next year?”

I’m certain Tessa plans on wearing her hot little number when we all go away for the wedding, most likely even before that. She has plenty of opportunities to put on something sexy and let Luke slowly work his way peeling it off.

Mine and Ben’s situation is different.

Putting on lingerie for him at home will only amp up his frustration when he can’t keep his hands on me for longer than a minute, and the boys are staying with us in the villa for the wedding. We won’t be having any alone time together during that little romantic rendezvous.

Maybe when they both graduate and head off to college we’ll get some privacy? My luck, Oh La La won’t even be around anymore.

Tessa’s mouth stretches into a knowing smile. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe you can wear something extra spicy when you surprise him in the back of his cop car.” She tilts her head to see behind me. “Hey, Nolan. Wanna go get some ice cream?”

Anxiousness settles inside my gut.

Yes, the cop car. We’ll definitely be alone there.

Nolan scrambles out from behind my legs and punches his little fist into the air. “Oh, yeah! I want cookie dough!”

“What are you doing?” I ask her.

Tessa pries Chase from my arms, then digs into her back pocket and pulls out her keys. “Here.” She presses them into my palm. “Give me your set. I’ll take the boys to Baskin Robbins. You can meet us there when you’re done shopping for my horny brother.”

I would cringe at that comment if I wasn’t used to Tessa’s inappropriate mouth.

My shoulders sag as I reach for my keys, handing them over at the same time as asking, “Really?”

She takes them. “Really. I’d say go find out where Ben is when you’re done but I have a massive stack of transcripts I need to get through today. Let’s shoot for tomorrow instead.”