Our Ride To Forever (Honeywood Book 3)

We pass through the double doors to a church adorned in all white. I walk slowly. Not because it’s demure, but because if I trip and bleed over all this beautiful white decor, I think Jolene might pop out of the corner, knife in hand, to finish the job.

Orson’s hotness level exploded through the roof the second he put that ring on for the first time. There’s something about a man with a wedding ring. No, something about my man with a wedding ring.

“I want it all with you,” he says. “Marriage. Partnership. Whatever you want to call it, I want it with you.”
“I want forever with you,” I say.
He smiles. “Forever.”

With a gnash of his teeth and more laughter from me, we do exactly that. Coffee, blueberries, then yoga. As promised, in only my baseball jersey. And after fifteen minutes, when I lift myself to a final downward dog, he’s already behind me, running a hand along the curve of my ass and shifting my thong aside.
I look over my shoulder.
“No, no, don’t let me stop you,” he says with a grin before pressing two fingers inside.
We’re just lucky his backyard has tall fences.

I’m going to have sex with my husband. Damn the consequences.

“Theo,” he echoes, and part of me feels the edge to his tone. “I want to kiss you. I want to taste you. And I want to be so deep inside you that I forget everything but you.”

“Understand, wife?” he murmurs against me.
“Yes,” I stammer out.
“That’s my girl.”

I wonder if this is what it’s like to be best friends with a woman. She calls me sugar daddy with a shining smile, and I tell her I’d like to see her naked. That’s totally a thing friends do, right?

“Let’s go do that.”
From beside me, Orson laughs. “Do what?”
I nod to the TV and swallow. “The game. Let’s go watch baseball in person.”
“That might be the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

Lightly, I press her finger on the key, and a single clear, keening note rings through the den.
After a beat, she whispers, “I’m a genius.”
“You deserve a gold star.”