Kline lay on his back in his familiar sleeping pose—one leg hanging out from beneath the blankets and an arm strewn across his abdomen. And Walter was in his familiar spot, curled up at the foot of the bed.
But he wasn’t alone.
Nope.
Stan was sleeping soundly on my side of the bed, his giant head resting on my pillow. And his little buddy Walter was pressed up against his stretched out legs.
Kline Brooks had officially caved on Stan.
Jesus. Could he be any swoonier?
I needed to thank him. A lot. Because hell, I was pretty sure he had just given me another “Don’t Worry Baby” moment.
Quietly, so as not to disturb my husband, I roused Walter and Stan awake, encouraging them to slip off the bed and out of our bedroom.
Stan followed my lead with puppy-like movements, his long tail wagging and paws awkwardly tapping against the hardwood floor. Walter was less enthused, but he followed nonetheless. I had a feeling it had more to do with his boyfriend than me, but I’d take what I could get.
Guiding them into the living room, I threw an old comforter on the couch and got them settled. Within a few minutes, my two boys were sawing logs, adorably cuddled up to one another.
When I returned to the bedroom, Kline was still where I had left him, deep in sleep and looking sexy as hell with bedhead and only a pair of boxer briefs and a thin sheet covering his body.
I quickly got undressed and climbed onto the foot of the bed, crawled under the covers and stopped once I reached the waistband of his boxer briefs. When my fingers started to slide them down, Kline stirred in his sleep, his eyes blinking in confusion.
“What the…? Georgie?”
“Hi, baby,” I whispered, tugging his briefs down just enough to reveal his…oh, yeah.
“What are you doing home so early?” he asked, rubbing at his eyes feverishly.
“I was missing you too much.”
“What time is it?” His voice was thick and groggy.
“It’s time for me to thank my amazing husband.”
His brows lifted. “I like where this is headed, but what exactly are you thanking me for?”
I straddled his hips, leaning forward to brush my mouth against his. “You caved on Stan,” I said, tugging on his bottom lip.
He grinned. “Oh, yeah, Stan.”
“Oh, yeah, him. The giant dog that was just sleeping on my pillow.”
Kline laughed as his fingers slid into my hair, tangling with the loose curls. “Walter’s boyfriend snores, by the way. A lot.”
I giggled, but I needed to ask, “What made you change your mind?”
“Your happiness is my happiness,” he said, like it was the most normal thing in the world. “So are you happy?”
I leaned back, staring down at my stupidly romantic husband. “Yes, Mr. Brooks, I am very fucking happy. I’m literally the luckiest woman on the planet, and it’s all thanks to my sweet, amazing, perfect husband.” I caressed his cheek with my hand. “I love you. I love you so very much.”
“Fuck, I missed you, Benny.” He tugged my mouth back to his, kissing me hard and deep. He kissed me until moans hijacked my lips and my hips started to move against his instinctively.
“So…about that whole thanking your husband thing?” he asked, smirking like the devil.
“Oh, yeah, about that,” I answered as I slid down his body. My lips found his skin and started a slow, seductive path down his stomach. “I’m feeling all sorts of generous this morning.”
“I’m loving the sound of this,” he said, his voice choppy.
“This morning,” I said, wrapping my hand around his cock, “my happiness will be all about my husband’s happiness.”
“That’s one hell of a cycle.”
The instant my tongue tasted him, he groaned.
“Fuck, yeah, this is definitely making me happy.”
New York, Saturday, May 14th, Morning
“Go ahead, Stan,” I whispered in the late morning sunlight of our bedroom. “Get closer. Come on, scoot closer. Really crowd her.”
Waking up to Georgie earlier was one of the best unexpected treats I’d ever experienced. I’d missed her an awful lot—to the point that I was starting to annoy myself. Long, drawn-out conversations with Walter and Stan weren’t my idea of an ideal reality. I’d needed my wife, I’d needed her surprise, and now, I couldn’t wait to give her another one of her own.
I turned to look behind me and found Walter looking on from the edge of the area rug, completely unamused. “You too. Get up here!” I whisper-yelled. “I need your help.” He narrowed his eyes at me, and I mirrored the gesture right back at him. “Don’t you want to show her our other surprise?”