Rosie opened her eyes and realized the starlight was actually the flash of phone cameras. While the customers applauded, she and Eddie joined hands and pressed their foreheads together. “You forgive me for being an ass?” Eddie murmured.
“If you do the same.”
“Done.”
“Aww!” Lana launched herself at them, colliding with a solid thunk and wrapping her arms around them both. “I’m so glad you guys worked it out.”
Jojo folded all three of them into his enormous arms. Next came Kiara and Charlie, surrounding them in a squishy group hug. Warmth spread through Rosie’s chest as she nestled in the arms of her love and her work family, the people who held her up in good times and bad. She was so lucky to have them. And when Eddie finally opened his own bar, they’d build a found family of their own.
Chuckling, Dawn spoke into the mic. “I dunno what it is about this place. Can’t seem to keep my employees’ hands off each other.”
“It’s his fault,” a deep voice called from the doorway.
They all glanced up to find a snow-dusted River pointing at the carved Cupid above the bar.
“River!” Charlie squealed and dashed into his arms. “Thought you weren’t coming back till Tuesday.”
“Couldn’t miss Valentine’s Day with you, babe.”
And so, Bangers’ Anti-Valentine’s party turned into a big, mushy love fest. At closing time, when the piñata was smashed, the tots gobbled up, and the donation box stuffed, Dawn wished them all a happy Valentine’s Day and shooed them out the door.
Well, not all. Once again, Rosie and Eddie found themselves alone beneath the kitschy disco ball, swaying to “When a Man Loves a Woman.”
Eddie’s lips brushed the sensitive spot behind her ear. “My boxes are mostly unpacked. Wanna come see my new place?”
She let her head loll back, inviting more delicious kisses. “I don’t know, Eddie. It’s way past my bedtime.”
“I’ve got a bed.” He feathered kisses down her throat. “And a fireplace.” He nibbled the crook of her neck, drawing a cascade of shivers. “And hot chocolate.” He rolled his hips, grinding his erection against her thigh.
Her pussy fluttered in response. “Is that a chocolate salami in your pocket?”
“No, love. I’m just really glad to see you.”
She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the back door. “Let’s go.”
Chapter Twenty
Something scratchy rasped Rosie’s bare shoulder. Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she inhaled Eddie’s familiar, woodsy scent. With a contented sigh, she pulled the quilt up to her chin and rolled onto her side, pressing her back to his toasty warmth. His arm banded her waist and squeezed gently.
“Good morning,” he croaked. “Sleep well?”
“Absolutely.” There was no denying she slept better in Eddie’s arms. His quiet warmth stilled her restless limbs and calmed her buzzing brain. Of course, their bone-rattling sex helped too.
Wiggling her ass, she nestled into the cradle of his hips. Her reward, a hungry moan and a poke from his morning wood.
“Shame to let that go to waste.” She twined her fingers through his and lifted them to her breast.
He shifted, spooning his warm, sleepy-soft body to hers. His erection slid against her pussy and rested there, pulsing softly. His breath tickled her nape. His grip on her breast slackened.
“Not fair,” she protested. “Don’t tease me and go back to sleep.”
He gifted her one slow thrust, an exquisite whisper of pleasure. And then he nuzzled her ear and gave a loud, phony snore.
“Think again, mister.” She angled her hips and slid more firmly against his shaft. Happy shivers danced up her spine.
“Lemme sleep,” he groaned, but his cock thrust again, sliding deeper into her folds. His grip tightened on her breast.
“You are asleep.” Reaching between her thighs, she grasped him and notched his plush crown at her entrance. “This is just a dream.” She arched her back and coaxed him inside.
After last night’s marathon fuck-fest, she expected to be sore, but this lazy tease felt so delicious. No urgency, just sweet waves of sensation building slowly. They had all the time in the world to enjoy each other.
Eddie’s hands slid to her hips, kneading gently as she rocked him in deep, measured strokes. “Best dream ever,” he murmured.
“Isn’t it?” She coaxed his hand between her thighs, and he began to circle her clit with a fingertip, his movement feather light. Bright sparks of bliss had her whimpering into her pillow.
On and on, spooned together, they undulated beneath his phoenix quilt. She imagined how they must look from above, the great bird rhythmically flapping its wings below their bed-mussed heads.
Eddie’s grip tightened. Deep inside her, his cock grew even harder. Knowing he was close to coming fired her blood. A glance over her shoulder showed how right she was—face flushed, eyes screwed tight, mouth softly open on a gasp. She drew her knees up and rolled onto all fours, taking him with her. “Fuck me, Eddie.”
“Yes, my queen.” His laughter dissolved into a groan as he plunged deep, the pleasure so sharp and bright she jolted. Murmuring sweet, filthy words, he pummeled her while two fingers firmly pressed her clit. His breath grew ragged and shallow. “Give it to me, Ro. Come on my cock.”
“Almost…there…” Gasping, she threw back her head. His hot mouth closed on the sensitive juncture of her neck and shoulder. Like lighting a fuse, the scrape of his teeth skyrocketed her to the heavens. She burst into a million shimmering sparks, her pussy clenching his hardness in waves of bliss. He followed in a flood of heat.
Chest heaving, she collapsed onto the bed. Eddie fell with her, his weight welcome, delicious, the thunder of his heart echoing her own. They rested that way until his softening cock finally slid out of her. She buried her wide, happy grin into the pillow. “Good morning, love.”
“Good morning to you, angel.” His fingertips traced hypnotic whorls over her skin. When she finally opened her eyes, she found him gazing at her with an expression of awe. He pressed his forehead to hers. “Wow.”
She winced.
