Page 172 of Slumming It

I laughed. "You wouldn't."

"I would've if that's what it took."

I smiled against him. "Under my bed, huh?" My cheeks grew warm as I confessed, "You wouldn't have tostayunderneath, if you know what I mean."

With a smile in his voice, he said, "Baby, I'll be wherever you want me to be." And then he pulled back to look directly into my eyes. "You know I love you."

I did.But hearing it was the perfect cherry on the surprise sundae, and I felt my face break into a huge grin. "I love you, too." I winked. "Even if youareslumming it."

He grinned back. "Nah,you'rethe one slumming it. And do you know what that makes me?"

"What?" I laughed.

"The luckiest guy around."

Epilogue

Reese

Five Weeks Later

Lying naked in my arms, Emily was giggling. "Stop it. They'll hear you."

"Who? Your parents?" I gave her another playful poke in the ribs and was rewarded with another giggle. "And who's ticklishnow?"

The bedroom was dark, but in my mind, I could still see her, with her golden brown hair splayed across her pillow and her green eyes brimming with fun.

"No," she laughed. "Not my parents. My brothers. My parents always sleep with a fan on. Plus they're all the way down the hall."

I knew this.And the location of their bedroom had been no accident. For the New Year's holiday, I had rented the same lake house as before and invited her entire family to pile in.

To keep the illusion of decency, Emily and I had two separate bedrooms, but those rooms were side-by-side, and I had a pretty strong suspicion that we weren't fooling any of them one single bit.

But hey, if it made my girl feel more comfortable, that was fine by me.

Eventually, she and I would have a lake house of our own with multiple floors and kickass soundproofing for times like these – naked times when tickling wasn't the only thing we did.

Together, Emily and I had spent much of the past month looking at house plans for the lakefront lot that I had already purchased along with the cabin right next door. Yeah,thatcabin.

Turns out, the owner was eager to sell, and I was eager to buy – not to tear the place down, but to fix it up like Emily wanted and use it as a guest house for visitors needing more space.

Emily and I had come a long way since that fateful afternoon when all of my secrets had come to a head. Now wehadno secrets, except for the big one I was planning for New Year's Eve.

I had the ring. I had the girl. And I had her parents' official blessing. What more could a guy need?

The thought had barely crossed my mind when she reached for my cock and gave it a tender squeeze. I might've said that it sprung to life in her hand, except that I had been hard and ready ever since she'd crawled naked into my bed.

Suppressing a moan, I asked, "What happened to being quiet?"

Her tone grew teasing in the darkness. "I can be quiet."

"Bullshit." To prove it, I reached between her thighs and dragged my fingers lightly against her clit. And just like that, she wasn't giggling anymore. When her soft moan drifted to my ears, the sound went straight to my cock, making it surge in her hand as she gave it another squeeze.

In a breathless whisper, she said, "Maybe I can muffle my face in the pillow."

"Or maybe," I said, giving her clit another expert stroke, you can moan into my mouth while I fuck you silly."

This brought back the giggles. "I'malreadyfeeling silly. How many vodka shots did we do, anyway?"