Games of the Heart
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I bit back a chuckle and informed him, “I didn’t answer. She just called. I never answer.”
“Well, don’t start.”
My eyes drifted away as my hand drifted through Layla’s fur and I mused aloud, “It’s probably pissing her off. Me not answering the phone is probably setting her to stewing and giving her something else to hate me for.”
“She takes it that way, I would not be surprised. That would be pure Debbie.”
My gaze went back to Mike to see his still on me, his book still open on the pillow, his head in his hand, his elbow also in the pillow, his chest bared and gorgeous (since it was bedtime and we were dressed to sleep) and his eyes were pissed.
“Gorgeous, stop,” I ordered. “No getting pissed on the day you asked me to marry you.”
“Afraid me bein’ touchy is gonna last a while, Angel.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I’ve been tryin’ the gym thing and it isn’t working. The thing that puts me in a good disposition is unavailable yet sleepin’ next to me. So until she’s back in commission, you’re gonna have to put up with it.”
My legs shifted at the thought and I whispered, “We could –”
His eyes went scary dark and he growled, “No f**kin’ way.”
Well that was out.
“I could use my hand,” I suggested, his eyes flared in a not scary way then went back to dark and scary.
“No give without take,” he decreed.
“Then you could –”
“Dusty, talkin’ about it is makin’ it worse.”
I shut up.
Then I grumbled, “This sucks that we can’t celebrate our impending nuptials by doing the nasty.”
Mike had no reply so I kept griping.
“And it’s no fair you saying I can’t bitch because I’m tied to this bed and yet you get to be in a bad mood because you aren’t getting any.”
“I’ll only get in a bad mood if Debbie doesn’t stop rearin’ her ugly head, you stop bitching and jerking around like you didn’t get shot three weeks ago and you also stop talking about ha**ng s*x or the fact we can’t.”
I shut up again.
Then I asked, “What else is there to talk about?”
“Nothin’,” Mike answered. “So read a book. I bought you twenty of them.”
“I don’t read,” I told him.
“Then use this golden opportunity to pick up a new hobby,” he shot back.
“Is this us? Are we going to become Bicky and Bickrum McBickerson?” I fumed and Mike burst out laughing.
Layla lifted her head and panted happily in his direction.
I glared at Mike’s dog. Then I glared at Mike.
“I wasn’t being funny,” I snapped.
“Yeah you were,” Mike said, still laughing.
I shut up again.
Then I bit out, “I forgot to tell you, I like the ring. It’s beautiful. Probably way too expensive but I’ll only mention that in passing so you won’t get pissed off. And Jerra oo’ed and ah’ed over it for fifteen whole minutes.”
“Pleased you like the ring, Angel. Best part is you rappin’ that information out to me like you just told me the Chinese invaded and their unforeseen attack is ruining our dinner plans.”
I glared at him again.
Then what he said penetrated and I felt the smile spread on my face.
Then I shared, “Bickering with you is fun.”
“That’s good because I’m sensing we got a lifetime of it.”
My body started shaking and Mike’s good humor fled as his eyes moved to my chest and he scowled.
I fought back the laughter and whispered, “Mike, I’m past the point where I can’t laugh. Trust me. I know.”
And I did. When Jerra and Hunter showed the day after I was shot and Jerra made me laugh in the hospital, it hurt like a bitch. They left their kids with Hunter’s parents and Hunter had to go back. But Jerra stayed after declaring she was in for the long haul and, as ever with Jerra, she did not lie.
His eyes came back to me and his scowl cleared.
I kept whispering when I assured him, “I’m gonna be okay.”
His eyes moved over my face then he reached out a hand and glided his fingers along my jaw.
That felt sweet.
Then he dropped his hand to the bed and whispered, “Yeah.”
“And soon, we’ll be able to have sex again.”
He grinned and repeated, “Yeah.”
“And after that, we’ll get married.”
Mike just kept grinning at me.
I kept talking.
“Then we’ll make babies.”
Mike’s grin got bigger.
My hand went from Layla to cover his on the bed, his twisted and his fingers curled around mine.
“I love you, Jonathan Michael Haines.”
His hand gave me a squeeze.
Then he whispered, “Yeah.”
He might just have said, “yeah”.
But his beautiful eyes, so close, staring deep into mine, told me a whole lot more.
Epilogue
All’s Well
Seven years later…
Fin slid his hand up the skin of Reesee’s side, in over her ribs, his eyes watching his hand’s movements.
“Baby,” she whispered in her soft voice and he looked to her face.
Then he couldn’t stop himself. He very rarely could but when they were like this, never.
He dropped his head and took her mouth.
She whimpered down his throat.
His body was pressed to her side. He rolled over her and his hand slid up to cup her breast, his thumb sliding over the hard peak.
She drew in a sharp breath, sucking his tongue deeper into his mouth.
God, she was hot. Hot and sweet, his Reesee.
Fuck, he loved her.
He broke the kiss and slid his lips down her cheek, her jaw to her neck.
“Like this bikini,” he muttered against her skin.
“I’m bein’ bad,” she whispered.
Yeah she was.
Thank God.
His thumb slid back over her nipple and she squirmed under him.
“How’s that?” He was still murmuring against her skin, his lips moving, his tongue darting out to taste.
“I bought this bikini for our honeymoon. You aren’t supposed to see it yet.”
He grinned against her neck.
He was about to hook his thumb in the material to tug it down when her hands that were moving over his back suddenly stopped moving and her arms wrapped tight around him.
Her sweet, soft voice was thick when she whispered, “I’m marrying the first boy I ever loved tomorrow.”
“Well, don’t start.”
My eyes drifted away as my hand drifted through Layla’s fur and I mused aloud, “It’s probably pissing her off. Me not answering the phone is probably setting her to stewing and giving her something else to hate me for.”
“She takes it that way, I would not be surprised. That would be pure Debbie.”
My gaze went back to Mike to see his still on me, his book still open on the pillow, his head in his hand, his elbow also in the pillow, his chest bared and gorgeous (since it was bedtime and we were dressed to sleep) and his eyes were pissed.
“Gorgeous, stop,” I ordered. “No getting pissed on the day you asked me to marry you.”
“Afraid me bein’ touchy is gonna last a while, Angel.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I’ve been tryin’ the gym thing and it isn’t working. The thing that puts me in a good disposition is unavailable yet sleepin’ next to me. So until she’s back in commission, you’re gonna have to put up with it.”
My legs shifted at the thought and I whispered, “We could –”
His eyes went scary dark and he growled, “No f**kin’ way.”
Well that was out.
“I could use my hand,” I suggested, his eyes flared in a not scary way then went back to dark and scary.
“No give without take,” he decreed.
“Then you could –”
“Dusty, talkin’ about it is makin’ it worse.”
I shut up.
Then I grumbled, “This sucks that we can’t celebrate our impending nuptials by doing the nasty.”
Mike had no reply so I kept griping.
“And it’s no fair you saying I can’t bitch because I’m tied to this bed and yet you get to be in a bad mood because you aren’t getting any.”
“I’ll only get in a bad mood if Debbie doesn’t stop rearin’ her ugly head, you stop bitching and jerking around like you didn’t get shot three weeks ago and you also stop talking about ha**ng s*x or the fact we can’t.”
I shut up again.
Then I asked, “What else is there to talk about?”
“Nothin’,” Mike answered. “So read a book. I bought you twenty of them.”
“I don’t read,” I told him.
“Then use this golden opportunity to pick up a new hobby,” he shot back.
“Is this us? Are we going to become Bicky and Bickrum McBickerson?” I fumed and Mike burst out laughing.
Layla lifted her head and panted happily in his direction.
I glared at Mike’s dog. Then I glared at Mike.
“I wasn’t being funny,” I snapped.
“Yeah you were,” Mike said, still laughing.
I shut up again.
Then I bit out, “I forgot to tell you, I like the ring. It’s beautiful. Probably way too expensive but I’ll only mention that in passing so you won’t get pissed off. And Jerra oo’ed and ah’ed over it for fifteen whole minutes.”
“Pleased you like the ring, Angel. Best part is you rappin’ that information out to me like you just told me the Chinese invaded and their unforeseen attack is ruining our dinner plans.”
I glared at him again.
Then what he said penetrated and I felt the smile spread on my face.
Then I shared, “Bickering with you is fun.”
“That’s good because I’m sensing we got a lifetime of it.”
My body started shaking and Mike’s good humor fled as his eyes moved to my chest and he scowled.
I fought back the laughter and whispered, “Mike, I’m past the point where I can’t laugh. Trust me. I know.”
And I did. When Jerra and Hunter showed the day after I was shot and Jerra made me laugh in the hospital, it hurt like a bitch. They left their kids with Hunter’s parents and Hunter had to go back. But Jerra stayed after declaring she was in for the long haul and, as ever with Jerra, she did not lie.
His eyes came back to me and his scowl cleared.
I kept whispering when I assured him, “I’m gonna be okay.”
His eyes moved over my face then he reached out a hand and glided his fingers along my jaw.
That felt sweet.
Then he dropped his hand to the bed and whispered, “Yeah.”
“And soon, we’ll be able to have sex again.”
He grinned and repeated, “Yeah.”
“And after that, we’ll get married.”
Mike just kept grinning at me.
I kept talking.
“Then we’ll make babies.”
Mike’s grin got bigger.
My hand went from Layla to cover his on the bed, his twisted and his fingers curled around mine.
“I love you, Jonathan Michael Haines.”
His hand gave me a squeeze.
Then he whispered, “Yeah.”
He might just have said, “yeah”.
But his beautiful eyes, so close, staring deep into mine, told me a whole lot more.
Epilogue
All’s Well
Seven years later…
Fin slid his hand up the skin of Reesee’s side, in over her ribs, his eyes watching his hand’s movements.
“Baby,” she whispered in her soft voice and he looked to her face.
Then he couldn’t stop himself. He very rarely could but when they were like this, never.
He dropped his head and took her mouth.
She whimpered down his throat.
His body was pressed to her side. He rolled over her and his hand slid up to cup her breast, his thumb sliding over the hard peak.
She drew in a sharp breath, sucking his tongue deeper into his mouth.
God, she was hot. Hot and sweet, his Reesee.
Fuck, he loved her.
He broke the kiss and slid his lips down her cheek, her jaw to her neck.
“Like this bikini,” he muttered against her skin.
“I’m bein’ bad,” she whispered.
Yeah she was.
Thank God.
His thumb slid back over her nipple and she squirmed under him.
“How’s that?” He was still murmuring against her skin, his lips moving, his tongue darting out to taste.
“I bought this bikini for our honeymoon. You aren’t supposed to see it yet.”
He grinned against her neck.
He was about to hook his thumb in the material to tug it down when her hands that were moving over his back suddenly stopped moving and her arms wrapped tight around him.
Her sweet, soft voice was thick when she whispered, “I’m marrying the first boy I ever loved tomorrow.”
