Page 63 of Making Home with You
Finn
It’s late morning by the time Sarah and I wake on Saturday, neither of us in any hurry when we both have two days of no commitments ahead of us.
“What are your plans for today?”she asks, resting her chin on my chest as we lie in bed together.
I grin, sliding a hand down to her ass.“You mean after I’ve made you come a few more times?”
Sarah grins at me, sliding up my body and pressing her mouth against mine.“Yeah,” she whispers.“After you’ve done that.”
I deepen the kiss, sliding my tongue into her mouth as my other hand also slides to her ass, pulling her against me so she gets a very good idea of just what my intentions are.“You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?”I tease, silencing any more questions.
A couple of hours later and we are up and dressed and hopping in to my car.
“So, walking shoes, a jacket and an overnight bag,” she starts.“But you’re still not going to tell me where we’re going?”she adds.
“Nope,” I say, smiling at her.
“Really?”she replies.“Even if sexual favors were involved?”
I burst out laughing, giving her thigh a quick squeeze before reversing out of the drive.“Pretty sure I’m gonna get those anyway, babe,” I say, winking at her.
“Oh really?”she says, mock seriousness in her voice as she crosses her arms over her chest and glares at me.
I can’t resist leaning over and giving her a quick kiss before driving down the street.“Yep, really.”
“Hmmm,” she mutters.“We’ll see.”
I chuckle, adjusting the radio so soft music is playing as we head toward the pub.It doesn’t take us long and as I pull into the loading dock at the back entrance, I lean over, give Sarah another quick kiss before saying, “Wait here, I won’t be long.”
Sarah mutters something I don’t catch and I can only laugh as I head into the kitchen, greeting the new chef who immediately hands me the hamper he’s put together.Thanking him, I walk into the storeroom and grab a bottle of wine, leaving a note to Beck letting him know he can put it on my tab, before walking back out to the car.
Sarah eyes me as I open the back door and put the box of food and wine in the back seat.It’s partially closed, so she can’t really see what’s in it and when she turns to ask me, I grin, shaking my head as I say, “Nope, still not telling you.”
It takes us nearly two hours to get to where we’re going and Sarah spends most of the time trying to guess, even though I can tell she doesn’t really want to know.
Despite the fact we’re on the tail end of winter, the day is sunny and clear, perfect for what I had planned.The idea had come to me while I was waiting for Sarah to come home yesterday and I was lucky I’d been able to get everything organized.In the end though, the off-season worked in my favor and I’d been able to get exactly what I was after.
Seeing Sarah’s exhausted face when she’d come in after her dinner with Erin and Kelsey had only confirmed that what I was doing was a good idea too.She wasn’t just constantly tired, she was sick of her job and all the stress that came with it.I could relate, even if she didn’t know all the details.So I’d been determined to do something, anything that got us away from the jobs neither of us were currently enjoying.Even if it was just for a weekend.
Eventually, I pull into a luxury oceanfront B&B in Kennebunkport.
“We’re staying here?”Sarah asks, eyes wide as she takes in the view.
“Yep,” I say.
“Why?”she asks, stunned.
I turn, smiling at her as I rest my arm across the back of her seat.“Thought we both needed a night away,” I say.“Change of scenery where we can forget about our jobs and all the shit we’re dealing with there.”
“Seriously?”she says, unbuckling her seat belt.
“Seriously,” I reply, nodding.
“Fuck,” she breathes out as she clambers across the center console and straddles me, her mouth hard against mine, the words, “thank you, thank you,” mumbled around kisses.
I chuckle, my hands sliding around her ass.“So, the sexual favors are back on then?”I ask, pulling her closer.
“Uh huh,” she murmurs, her lips trailing down my neck, her fingers clawing at my sweater now.