“My future wife likes to be busy taking care of everyone around her.”
I wait for it, because I know what’s next. And I get it. Austin drags the loofah down between my legs and gently swipes. I gasp slightly and reach my arms to hug his neck while balancing my foot on the shower bench.
“Nope. Have a seat. I’m going to take care of my wife.”
The next second, I’m seated with my fingers gripping Austin’s hair with his head between my legs. This happens whenever we shower together. And if we’re home, neither of us showers alone.
His mouth devours my pussy, filling my entire body with so much sensation I can feel my spirit leave my body. When his lips find my clit, he gently nuzzles it, licking it until my thighs begin to tremble. He sucks it into his mouth, and I come apart.
“Austin!” I cry.
He answers with a grunt, and I laugh even as my body jerks through my intense release.
Minutes later, he feeds me ice cream while my legs are propped up in his lap.
I sigh. “You wanna chat about the guest list or baby names?”
He considers this. “Wedding guests. My brother in Santa Fe and his wife are coming.”
“Right,” I say, flipping through my planner. “I have them down.”
Austin eyes me warily. “Have your parents responded yet?”
I wince. It’s been months since I saw them when I flew back home to pack up my condo and told them the news that I found love in the middle of the South Pacific.
“No.”
“Should we move the wedding to the States? Would that make them happy?”
I sigh and shake my head. “Nothing will make them happy unless I come home and take over the family business. So that’s not happening. I’ll keep trying, though. Sooner or later, they will realize they are about to be grandparents, and we won’t be able to keep them away.”
“I hope you’re right. So let’s mark them down as a yes just in case they have a last-minute change of heart.”
“Jax and Brooks?”
I laugh. “If they ever come out of their love cocoon, then maybe,” I say. “As they’re the best man and best woman, let’s plan on it.”
Eventually, we move on to baby names.
I say, “If it’s a boy, Kipling. If it’s a girl, Jules.”
Austin stares at me for a few beats. “So, your parents might be a more fun topic.”
I swat him in the shoulder playfully.
“Fine, what do you suggest?”
He looks thoughtful. “Ralphie?”
“Come on!”
“Burke Belcher?”
“Oh my god, you can’t stop thinking about that guy, can you?”
Austin attacks me about as roughly as he will allow himself to do with my new baby bump.
Careful not to put weight on my tum, he presses a hot, claiming kiss to my mouth.