To say he was a talented lover was an understatement. He was downright orgasmic. I snorted at my joke and rolled my eyes at my Instagram feed as I fed it pictures of cakes and bread. Even when a girl is on her honeymoon, she’s still got to take care of business.
We took care of business last night. I had no idea that the G-spot was a real thing for women. I mean, sure, we all know it’s supposed to be there, but finding it can be a lot like searching for Waldo in the dark. You just fake it and moan for a lot of unnecessary minutes. At least that’s what I used to do. Not anymore. Not since unknown rebel, single dad, sexy as hell, teacher husband of mine showed up.
I rubbed my forehead and sighed at myself. I had to stop thinking of Bishop as my husband. That title was temporary, even if I wished his presence in my bed and my life wasn’t. I was not going to pretend my life was anything other than a dumpster fire right now. Considering where he was in life, and after everything he’d gone through with Athena, he deserved a little bit of stability and relaxation. He wasn’t going to get that with me.
He seemed pretty relaxed this morning.
There was that voice again, and I growled at it while hashtagging Able Baker Brady does bread. It was ridiculous how many old ladies followed The Fluffy Cupcake account just to see pictures of Brady in his chef’s coat mugging with a loaf of bread.
I leaned my head back on the couch and closed my eyes. After our night of mind-blowing sex, I was exhausted and needed a nap. I wasn’t going to get one, though. I knew he had plans for the rest of the day. If I had to guess, I’d say he had plans for the rest of the night, too. Sacrifices would have to be made. A secret part of me wished I could do more in bed with him. My leg’s inability to hold me up made it difficult to be in more than a couple of positions, and I was well aware that I was missing out on powerful experiences because of it. I grabbed my phone again and opened the browser, typing in every search term I could think of that would get me the desired results. Finally, a picture popped up that had potential. I clicked it, reading the page, clicking to several more, and eventually, I was taken to Amazon, where I could get what I needed with one-day delivery. I hit buy now just as Bishop strode through the front door. He stopped by the couch and leaned on the arm until I was finished.
“How does it look?” I asked after I shut my phone off.
He sat next to me and took my hand, kissing the back of it before he answered. “It’s exactly what I wanted. It’s beautiful and functional. I also wanted to make sure it was safe for you to use with your crutches. Chris did a great job. He said it helped that I bought the prefab deck. I guess it was like snapping together a Lego kit.”
I frowned at his words. “I hope you didn’t pay a lot extra for the safety factor,” I said. “Eventually, this won’t be my house anymore.”
He stood and held out his hand, helping me up. “Don’t worry about what I paid for it. It’s a wedding gift.”
“Wedding gift?”
He nodded. “Two, actually. They’re outside. Come on.”
I followed him out the patio door, which now had a gently sloping ramp from the doors to the first tier of the deck. I gasped when I took the whole thing in from the angle where I stood. “Bishop, this is beautiful.”
“I’m glad you like it,” he said grinning. “I tiered it so we could keep the grill separate from the eating area. Check this out,” he said, holding up his finger for me to wait. He walked up the ramp to the larger seating area and grabbed a crank that opened a large umbrella and dropped it down over the table, creating lovely shade even during the hottest part of the day.
“We’re going to use the heck out of that all summer,” I said, leaning on my crutches. “Great forethought on your part.”
“It breaks down in the winter, which means we can store it away, and it won’t be damaged by snow and ice,” he explained, walking back toward me.
“What’s over there?” I asked, pointing to the last tier of the deck covered with a tarp.
He helped me up the ramp and across to the covered tier that looked out over the lake. “Close your eyes.”
“Bishop,” I said, exasperated, but he waited until I followed his orders. I heard rustling, and then he told me to open. When I did, I gasped, tears instantly filling my eyes. “This is so gorgeous.”
He helped me up the ramp to the separated deck that was not only perfectly placed to gaze over the lake, but it had a brick fire pit in the center. New Adirondack chairs sat around the pit that was already set up with the wood for the next fire.
“Is this safe?” I asked in a whisper as I inspected the beautiful brick fireplace.
“Absolutely,” he said, patting the inside of the firepit. “Chris purchased the kit to meet the standards. As you can see, it’s sitting on a base, so it doesn’t damage the new decking either.”
“What possessed you to put the firepit up here?” I asked in surprise, running my hand
