Page 39 of Bordeaux Bombshell (Sunshine Cellars #3)

Something tugs on the back of my pant leg as I double-check the cold storage fridge behind the tasting room.

“Wa-wa?” The toddler holding on to my calf looks up hopefully when I straighten. Suspicious bits of yellow cheese decorate the corners of his lips, accenting the cracker crumbs on the front of his shirt.

“Maggie! Your offspring is asking me for something, but I don’t know what it is,” I call, picking up my favorite—and only—nephew to bring him out front.

Maggie and Kel are busy putting the last touches on the decor and setting out food for our grand opening.

Our parents were here earlier, but left to rest before they come back for the official opening tonight.

As soon as we emerge from the back, Jordan lunges out of my arms toward his parents, so I put him down. Immediately, he beelines for Kel, pulling on his legs and babbling.

Two days after the wedding, Sutton and I signed a lease on a space on the Vancouver waterfront and got to work renovating it into the Sunshine Cellars urban tasting room.

Portland’s skyline peeks out from across the water, and the Columbia River sparkles past the windows behind my family.

The light silhouettes the amazing woman who’s been by my side doing a hell of a lot of work to get this place ready.

“Come here.” Sydney beckons me from the open doorway. Her blond hair is pulled back in its usual ponytail, her jeans hugging her thighs and ass—all of it is tempting as hell, but opening day waits for no man’s orgasm.

She was downright giddy when I told her about Sutton’s plans for Sunshine Cellars. Especially since a lot of it was based on the plans she and I had made so many years ago.

Theo and Sophie have given up being involved in the day-to-day running of the winery, opting to remain as investors and business consultants on an as-needed basis.

My dad and I are co-managing the vineyard and the wine production, with some hired help.

When he retires in a few more years, we’ll figure out if we need to hire anyone else.

After spending the summer under Mom’s supervision, Emma is poised to take over running the vineyard tasting room in a few more months. Despite my determination not to, I kind of like the nepo child. She’s grown on me.

Maybe it’s because she hangs on to every word my girl says. Anyone who knows how to appreciate Sydney gets a pass from me, unless they prove annoying as fuck.

I haven’t changed that much.

“Can you believe it’s finally here?” The woman who’s infected every part of my life in the best way takes me by the hand, pulling me out onto the sidewalk.

“Couldn’t have done it without you, baby.” I tuck her into my side as we look up at the gold letters on the window.

Sunshine Cellars Tasting Room and Café.

When I asked Kel if he wanted to make this a joint venture, he’d said yes before I finished the sentence. My wine. His food.

Our family.

“You could’ve.” She squeezes my waist before pressing a kiss to my cheek. “But I’m so glad you didn’t.”

As soon as she leans back, I dart my head forward to kiss her. The ring of a bicycle bell chimes behind us, and someone catcalls, but I ignore them. If I want to kiss my girlfriend, I damn well will.

Her lips are supple and soft, moving with mine and opening to let my tongue sweep against hers.

“Nate,” she murmurs, breaking the kiss. “We should go inside.”

An idea pops into my mind, and I grin down at her, letting my eyes reflect what’s on my mind. “Yes, yes, we should.”

“Don’t even—”

I grab her by the hand, cutting her off, and pull her inside. “Yo, Kel. You guys should go take a break. Everything is ready, and we have some time.”

Usually cool under pressure, Kel whirls to face me, his dirty-blond hair sticking up in all directions and a stressed-out expression on his face. “But—”

“Nate’s right, we should take a break. Jordan is going to be cranky and hungry in about twenty minutes, and we don’t officially open for a few more hours.

Let’s go get him some lunch. You guys want to come?

” Maggie hoists said toddler onto her hip, deftly swatting his grubby hand away from her hair.

When Kel turns to look at Sydney, Maggie drops me a wink.

I never thought I’d like her as much as I do.

“Nah, we’ll stay here.” I cut Sydney off before she can ruin my plan.

It only takes a few minutes for Kel to hustle his family out the door, which I close and lock behind him.

Sydney is leaning back against the bar, studying me. “Why do you have that look in your eye?”

“What look?” Grinning, I stalk toward her, slowly crossing the room, passing the tables and chairs we’ve painstakingly arranged and rearranged.

“The look that says you’re up to something.”

“Come here.”

Without waiting for her to argue, I pull her flush against me, scooping my hands under her thighs to pick her up. She wraps her legs around me, squeezing my hips while I capture her lips.

Walking and kissing at the same time is a skill I’m still working to perfect, but thankfully, this time, I get us to the back room without banging into any of the stacked cases of wine lining the short hallway.

Sydney hums as she moves to press a line of kisses along my throat. “Mmm, I like this idea of yours.”

I start to put her down on the prep counter, but she squeaks. “Don’t you dare. I’ll have to bleach this, and I cannot tell my brother—again—that we had sex on his precious prep counter. Once was mortifying enough.”

“It wasn’t that bad—”

Sydney slaps her hand over my mouth, eyes on fire with a mix of lust and irritation. “Do not finish that sentence if you still want to get laid right now.”

So instead of sitting her down like I planned, I release her legs to stand in front of me. Leaning in, I crowd her against the counter so I can growl in her ear. “Fine. Hands on the table.”

She whirls around and plants her hands, but not before I catch a little grin on her face. She will never admit it, but she loves it when I’m bossy.

I love it when she is too.

With a jerk, I pull her hips back until she’s bent over, ass out. Reaching around, I unbutton and unzip her jeans, hooking my thumbs into the waistband so I can ease them down her thighs.

Her pussy is already wet and glistening. Unable to resist, I drop to my knees behind her, hands gripping her cheeks. “Is that for me?”

I lean in, sliding my tongue between her folds, tasting every inch of her as she moans. “Only you. Always. Only you.”

I work her with my tongue, dipping into her sweet pussy.

As she moans, I slide a finger across her clit, strumming it in the exact spot I know she likes.

The thumb of my other hand presses against her ass, the tiny pucker reacting beneath my touch while I lick and suck.

I don’t push it in, even though I’m tempted, because I’m not completely unaware that we are in the kitchen of my restaurant, and health code violations are a thing.

Later. That ass isn’t going anywhere.

I feel Sydney’s orgasm ripple through her, and my cock presses painfully against my jeans in response.

“Nate, I need you.” Panting, Sydney reaches back with one hand, groping for me.

But I’m already on my feet and unzipping my pants so I can slide inside her. “I know, baby, I know. I got you.” Halfway to coming just from the sound of her voice, I slam my hips against hers, and we both let out a moan of relief.

Her heat envelops me, the perfect fit, and I have to pause for a second to appreciate it before I pull back out.

Exquisite pleasure runs down my spine as I slide in and out of her, each time seating myself fully inside her.

Sydney mumbles something that I can’t hear over the sound of my heart thumping. I lean forward, pulling her up against my chest, but I keep rocking my hips. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” she keeps repeating, hands scrabbling at me as she’s wound higher and higher.

Hearing her is almost enough to send me over the edge too. I bite down on her neck, knowing it will make her scream. She does, and her pussy tightens while she comes again.

“I love you, too.” The words are a promise, and I lose myself to the roaring pleasure spiking through me.

“Never getting rid of me now,” I huff out on a laugh, both of us collapsing, spent.

Sydney looks back over her shoulder, mischief in her eyes. “Promise?”

Leaning forward, I kiss her once more. “Promise.”