I nod eagerly. “That’s so exciting,” I whisper.

He opens the door and peeks his head out into the hallway, glancing in both directions. “All’s quiet. Think they killed each other?”

My phone begins to ring in my pocket. I slip it out as I reply, “It’s possible. You might want to go check.”

Billy gives me a wink before he walks out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him. I answer the call as I walk back over to the bed.

“Hi, handsome.”

“Hi, love. Are you here?”

“Yup. Just got in about an hour ago. When will I see you? It’s already almost eight o’clock.” I fall back onto my pillow, rolling over and placing the note he left me next to his iPod. “I need my Reese fix.”

He laughs softly. “Are the two orgasms I gave you last night not keeping you satisfied?”

“No way. I’m greedy when it comes to that mouth of yours.”

“Just my mouth?” I can practically hear his smile through the phone. Playful Reese is one of my favorites.

He probably could keep me satisfied with just his mouth if he wanted to. But I’ve had the rest of him, and I’m not giving that up for anything. “You know I’m addicted to all of you,” I reply before my grin breaks into a yawn. I’m suddenly not wanting to leave this bed at all, especially after Reese does get here.

“You better be. Tired?”

“Very. Long day. Even longer flight.” I reach up behind me and pile my hair on top of my head so the coolness of the pillow touches my skin. “Brooke and Joey are already going at it.”

I hear Ian’s voice in the background. “All right,” Reese directs away from the phone. “I gotta go. We should be getting out of here in a few hours, though.”

I yawn again. “Mmm, okay. Miss your face.”

“Miss yours.”

I hang up the call and get out of bed, picking up my suitcase and plopping it down in my place. Grabbing the University of Chicago T-shirt Reese gave me months ago, which, besides a garter and stockings, is the only thing he willingly allows me to wear to bed, I strip quickly and slip it over my head. Our bedroom has its own private bath, which I’m grateful for; sharing a bathroom with two gay guys and two other girls would be a nightmare, I’m sure. Joey alone has more hair care products than I do. After I remove my makeup and brush my teeth, I climb back into bed just as someone knocks on my door.

“Come in.”

Juls pops her head in with a smile. “Hey. The guys should be here in a couple of hours.”

“Yeah, I just talked to Reese. I’m exhausted. I’m just gonna turn in for the night.”

“Good idea,” she says through a mischievous grin. “You’ll need your energy for tomorrow.” She closes the door after giving me a quick wink, and I pull the covers up around me.

Tomorrow.

My bachelorette party.

Juls and Joey have been whispering all over the shop the past two days, secretly planning my last hoorah. I know I’m going to be dragged to some strip club against my will. Joey is insistent on male nudity happening, that I know for sure. In all honestly, I’d much rather just go dancing at a club like Juls did for hers. I don’t need to celebrate my remaining days as a single woman with greased-up men grinding on a stage. I’m dick-set for life. I don’t need to look at other options.

Goddamn it, Billy. Propose to your boy already so he can worry about his own bachelorette party.

5

I feel him, his mouth, his hands, his everything on me and I’m immediately pulled from my dream. Slowly opening my eyes, I see Reese on top of me, trailing kisses below my breasts and running his hands up my thighs. His wild hair is perfectly disheveled, sticking out every which way and brushing softly against my skin. He quickly removes my T-shirt and panties and tosses them off the bed.

“Mmm. I love waking up like this.” I feel his lips curl up against me as he trails lower. Nibbling at my hip bones, his teeth graze along my skin and I squirm underneath him. I glance to my right, seeing the time on the alarm clock. “Did you just get here?”

“Yeah.” His lips brush along my ribs while his hands mold over my breasts. “I know it’s late. And if you’re too tired…”

Yeah, right. Like I would ever object to this.

Reaching down, I grip his shoulders and pull him up to me, bringing his face to mine. “I don’t care what time it is; you always have my permission to wake me up.” I lift my head and brush my lips softly against his, tasting his minty flavor. “Thank you for my note and my song. Let’s go get married right now.”

He laughs against my mouth, the gentle pressure turning urgent. I’m silenced, as I always am when he kisses me this way, and I really couldn’t care less. Opening for him, we move our tongues against each other’s, stroking and savoring as my fingers tangle in his hair. His hands move all over my body, touching and caressing every inch of me with his calloused palms. I moan softly as he teases my breasts, pulling and pinching my nipples in the way I like. My need for him builds quickly, and I reach down between us and grip his length in my hand. “Hard day?” I ask playfully.

He groans deeply before he answers. “Hardest. I hate being away from you.”

“We’re always apart on Fridays for work.” I slowly stroke his length, feeling him thicken even more in my hand.

“I know. This just felt different.”