He sits back and wraps an arm around me. I lean against him and rest my head on his shoulder, cuddling close. I’ve missed this so much. I can’t believe I almost let him go.
“All I need is this,” I assure him. “Just you.”
He holds me tighter. “I love you, too.”
EPILOGUE
ONE MONTH LATER
LYDIA
“Bye, Lydia!” Toby calls, his little suitcase banging behind him as he climbs the stairs to his grandparents’ house.
“Hey,” Simon calls. “What about me?”
Giggles spill out of him. “Bye, Uncle Simon.” He doesn’t look back at us in the car. He’s so eager to get to his grandma who waits with a bright smile.
Once he’s inside, Simon grins at me. “We have the whole weekend. If you need anything, speak up now. Once we get back to my place, we have a whole lot of fucking to catch up on. You’re staying naked until Sunday.”
The doctor just gave him the all clear to resume sex not an hour ago. He wasted no time arranging a weekend sleepover for Toby. And clearly he has things planned for me. As much as I can’t wait to get him inside me again, we have a quick stop to make.
“I am perfectly happy with this all dick, all the time plan, but we need to stop by my house first. Sicily says she has something to show us.”
Simon steers the car onto the highway that leads back to my place. “Should we be afraid?”
“Nah, it’s Sicily. Not Kasha. Although, we might be a bit of a bad influence on her.”
I’m not sure what Sicily wants, but when we pull up to the house, multiple cars are parked on the street. What is going on?
The front door is locked, and Simon waits while I unlock it, then push it open. Hmm. Everything’s quiet. I know that was Kasha’s car parked outside and as much as I love her, you can usually hear her voice a house away.
“Sicily?” I call, tossing my keys on the table. “You here? Kasha?”
When we reach the kitchen doorway, the light is flicked on. “Surprise!”
The shout makes me jump so high I’m lucky I’m not clinging to the ceiling like a cartoon cat. Sicily, Anderson, Roman, Kasha, Henley, Davis, Bobby Jo and Roger all stand around the kitchen table.
“It’s not my birthday,” I say, confused.
Sicily beats Bobby Jo to me by a hair. “Hey, yeah, so this is all Bobby Jo. She just asked me to get you here.”
“What is this?”
Bobby Jo steps in front of us. “A surprise Happy Fornication Celebration!”
Simon groans and leans to whisper in my ear. “Is this a surprise party for my dick?”
“It would appear so.”
Bobby Jo grabs my hand and pulls me over to the table. “You can finally have sex again. It’s a reason to celebrate!”
I’m not sure it’s a reason to gather all our friends to celebrate, but I’ve learned with Bobby Jo, it’s best to go along. She means well.
“Let me guess, penis cake?” I ask, gesturing to the covered container on the table.
Bobby Jo flaps her hand at me. “I didn’t make another cake. Penis cakes are so over-done. Cake pops are the newest thing so…” She pulls the cover from the tray and holds up a vanilla iced penis on a lollipop stick.
Simon chuckles. “Dick on a stick?”
The poor man has learned to go along with my friend’s craziness. I think he might even enjoy it. It only makes me love him more.
“Close, cock pops.” Bobby Jo points at him. “I like dick on a stick though. I’ll have to remember that.” She bites the tip of the penis off and the rest slides sideways off the stick.
“You’ll have to re-member that now,” Kasha says with a wink and a click from the side of her mouth. Henley rolls her eyes as Bobby Jo tries to put the cock pop back together.
“Oh well. Grab a drink,” Bobby Jo commands, gesturing to the counter that’s full of choices. “Then we have games to play and some gifts for you.”
Simon grabs a beer while I do a few shots with Kasha, Henley, and Sicily. Anderson leans down to say something to Sicily, and she looks up at him like he’s the best thing she’s ever known. As odd as it was at first, they’re kind of ridiculously cute together. Not that I’m won over to trusting him yet. Time will tell.
Bobby Jo hustles us into the living room. She really nailed it on the dick décor, I have to admit. It bears a suspicious resemblance to a bachelorette party we helped with a while back. Except this won’t end in the entire guest list taking ecstasy and humping strippers.
We aren’t going to get out of here anytime soon, and Simon seems to read that thought on my face. He leans down and kisses my earlobe before whispering. “Don’t worry. Just think about how hard I’m going to fuck you once we get home.”