Mia sighs, but this time it’s not with pleasure.
“What’s wrong?” I ask quietly, leaning in.
“That just sounds really nice.” She says it sadly, like someone who wishes they could go, instead of someone who will definitely be going.
I give her hand a supportive squeeze. “It will be nice. Let it happen.”
“I can’t,” she says, quietly. “It’s not fair.”
I sigh, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and giving her a little hug as we walk. I guess I’ll have to give her a little more time.
“Hey, why don’t we get food?” I ask, changing the subject. Releasing Mia, I slow down so the guys can catch up. “Are you guys hungry? Baby Morelli and I are starving.”
“I could eat,” Mia agrees.
“All right,” Mateo says, as Adrian pulls out his phone. “Where do you want to go?”
Mia grins at me. “Chipotle.”
“Yes,” I agree, vehemently. “We’re going to Chipotle.”
“The taco place?” Mateo asks, unimpressed.
“And burritos. You’ve never been?”
Rolling his eyes, he says, “Shockingly enough, I have not.”
“You’re such a snob,” Mia shoots back over her shoulder.
“You’re gonna love it,” I tell him. “You get to watch them make your food. It never leaves your sight. This is going to be right up your alley.”
He doesn’t seem convinced, but it doesn’t matter. We’re taking Mateo Morelli to Chipotle for the first time, whether he likes it or not.
—
Apparently my date night plan really pleased Mateo, because tonight, even after his trophy girlfriend parade, Mateo is back in our bed. I’ve never enjoyed the sight of him undressing for bed so much in all our time together as I do now.
“What?” he asks, since I’m watching him with a semi-goofy grin on my face.
“You’re so sexy,” I tell him.
He smirks at me as he climbs in beside me. “Am I now?”
I roll my eyes. “You know you are. You wouldn’t get away with half the shit you get away with if you weren’t.”
“I think I’d still get away with half,” he disagrees. “Maybe three quarters.”
“You think that because you have the confidence of a sexy man,” I inform him.
He doesn’t dislike having his ego stroked, but since he doesn’t need it, he wraps an arm around me and changes the subject. “Tonight was a good idea. I’m glad you suggested it.”
“I have lots of good ideas,” I inform him. “I’m a regular chick magnet. Also, you know, Mia’s my best friend, so I do have a little bit of insight into her. If you ever came to bed, maybe I could share some of it.”
“I’m sure you’re dying to talk about Mia in bed,” he says lightly.
“Hey, she’s your mission right now, I get it. I’m a team player.”
“She’s being such a pain in the ass,” he says. “I didn’t think she’d resist this hard. She’s always been so malleable.”
“Well… she wouldn’t have. If you would’ve just curbed your damn caveman impulses, we had a supple, loving sister wife ready to join the team. This could’ve gone much more smoothly. We’d all be in Paris, walking arm-in-arm right now, eating baguettes.”
Mateo rolls his eyes. “What is it with women and Paris?”
“Hey, you clearly took Beth, so you have to take me. We can go to all the places. I’d like to go to Venice one of these days, too.”
“With Mia?”
“Sure. I mean, as long as you’re there. I love Mia, but I don’t really want to have a romantic vacation with just her. All three of us though, sure.”
Mateo sighs, but it’s a nice sigh, like I’m lightening the load on him instead of adding to it. His grip on me tightens and he gives me a tender kiss. “You’re the greatest wife ever.”
“Damn straight,” I tell him, leaning in for an even longer kiss.
Now I get my reward. I’ve pleased him, I’m doing well with his little sister wife plan, and now he’s kissing me, and his hands are roaming, and I’m finally gonna get laid. It’s so damn cute how he thinks I’m Mia and I won’t notice his pattern. Though, to be fair, maybe I wouldn’t if he’d come around more.
“Since you have such a great wife,” I tell him, catching the hand that’s about to wander between my legs, “you should visit her more often.”
“I know,” he says, somewhat seriously. “I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you. I’ve been caught up in Mia’s shit.”
I nod once. “I know. That’s fine. Just make sure you come back.”
I get a genuine smile now, a tender one, the kind I love. “Always.”
I caress his face approvingly. “Good.” Releasing his hand, I add, “You can resume.”
Laughing lightly, he moves in closer and kisses my neck. I sigh with pleasure, closing my eyes.
“I missed your mouth.”
“Oh, did you?” he murmurs, before dragging that mouth down my body to much more pleasurable places.
He’s really happy with me, because I get double orgasms tonight. First he works magic with his mouth, and then he gives me his perfect cock. On top of being super relaxed, I get to fall asleep curled up in his arms again. This night is basically all win.