Her fingers trace along my cheeks and jaw before moving into my hair. “We can make our own memories.”
“I plan to, Joey. I want to make so many with you it’s like my mind is a spinning Rolodex and stopping on what we’re doing next.”
“I’m so happy we decided to come here. I feel free. I can’t explain it.”
I crawl over her, pinning her with my legs. I don’t think I’m going to be able to go a day without being with her and know we’re going to have to get creative. I can’t imagine she’ll want to have sex with her parents here. Hell, she probably didn’t want to have sex with Rob there, although I wouldn’t have cared. It’s definitely a guy thing.
“What are you doing?” she asks as I thrust my hips toward her.
“Your dad closed your door, that’s like bro code.”
“Bro code for what?” she asks, giggling.
“For having sex, Joey. Your dad gets it.”
“Oh my God, Joshua.” Her hands cover her face and I roll to my side, pulling her with me. “We can’t have sex.”
“Ever?”
When she doesn’t answer I prod her some more. “Think about it, Joey. You’re going to be sleeping next to me every night.” My hand moves up and down her side. “You already know that I have the biggest hard-on in the morning. I mean, you’ve been taking care of it for me since I asked you to marry me again.” I cup her breast, pulling at her nipple. “And I know how horny you get when you look at me, especially when you find me in bed ready.”
Closing her eyes, she tries to ward off the ache she’s feeling between her legs.
“My parents will hear us.”
“Babe, we’ll get creative and you’ll have to be quiet, but I’m telling you right now, Joey Wilson, we’ll be having sex.”
When she slaps me on my chest, I use that to get her on top of me. Her eyes close again when she feels how hard I am. That’s all it takes, me thinking about it and reminding her, to make me hard.
“Joey,” her mom yells up the stairs, cock blocking me.
“Coming.”
“No you’re not, I didn’t even get started yet!”
She covers her mouth and slaps me with her free hand. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
I sit us up and wrap her legs around my waist. Taking her face in my hands, I gaze into her eyes. “You own me heart and soul, Joey.” I kiss her tenderly, letting my tongue trace the outside of her lip before seeking out the warm taste of her. She moves closer, adding friction to my erection and wrapping her arms around my neck to hold me in place.
“Joey!” her mom yells again, breaking us apart.
“Coming, Mom.”
“Again with the lies,” I mutter, shaking my head. I let her disengage from me and start picturing the grossest things I can, willing my hard-on to go away. The last thing I want is to go face her father like this.
“Are you ready?” she asks with her hand on the doorknob.
Nodding, I prepare to face my in-laws. I’m not stupid enough to know they won’t ask questions, especially about Jules. Joey’s already spoken to her mom about the situation, but I’m sure her father will have some sage advice. Hell, maybe he can tell me how to make Joey happy all while trying to raise another woman’s child. I’m not sure the two go hand in hand considering Jules is on the warpath.
I already know Joey won’t leave me because of the baby, she promised, but Jules and her antics are a different story. If Joey leaves me because of Jules, I’ll never let Jules live it down.
My mom is running around, frantically making sure everything is perfect. It doesn’t matter how many times I tell her things are fine, she’s constantly trying to make them better in her eyes.
Josh and I have been at my parents’ house now for a few days, and this by far has been the less stressful of our adventures. Even though the people in town know he’s here, the sheriff has made it very clear that the media is not welcome. For Josh that’s a relief. The last thing he wants to do is upset my parents, although when I saw my dad polishing his gun I don’t think he would’ve been too upset.
Today is an impromptu wedding reception. I begged my mother not to throw a party, but Josh encouraged her and even sent out video invites of himself to all my family, which is the reason my mother is in such a panic.
Josh and my father are outside supervising the massive tent construction that will have a dance floor, white twinkling lights, and a DJ. I told Josh if we were doing all of this now, we wouldn’t need to do it later.