Page 67 of The Wedding

“At least you’ve had a consistent type.” Jamie reached behind Etta and started the dishwasher. Etta stepped with a start at the sound commencing in the kitchen. “Only one blonde in the mix that I know of.”

“Are you trying to tell me I have atype, Miss Joy?”

“It’s obvious. You like your pale-skinned brunettes. The darker the hair, the better.”

“You got two out of three yet. If we’re talking purely about the physical…”

“Oh, we are.” Jamie allowed herself to be swallowed up by Etta’s arms.

“Then you forgot a great ass and great tits.”

“Only great, huh?”

“When it comes to tits and ass, I’m a woman of few words. I prefer to show my appreciation through how quickly I can get all over them.”

“Uh-huh.” Jamie rubbed her forehead against Etta’s chin. “You wanted to talk about something?”

Etta lightened her grip on her. “Not here. Let’s talk in the bedroom.”

Jamie followed her lead, turning off the lights behind her. It was still brightly lit in there, however, thanks to the twinkling city lights outside the window. Unless she was going to sleep out there, though, Jamie was not wont to close the curtains.

Her fiancée stood in front of a specific bureau drawer, where she kept a hefty supply of the types of things a woman of her preference liked.Does she want to have kinky sex tonight?She was in that type of mood. Whenever Etta was lighthearted and playful, she usually upped the ante in the bedroom. Or when she was upset about something. Then she took it out on Jamie.Me and my magical pussy. She shut the door behind her and waited for Etta to speak.

“Have we ever used these?” She pulled out a long, metallic chain. “I don’t remember why the hell I got something like this. Bit garish.”

Surely, one of your exes was into it. One time Jamie expressed interest in experimenting with latex. Next thing she knew, Ms. Coleman had every outfit and implement she could possibly want. Not that they used hardly any of it. “Not really. I think you used them on me once, but they pinched. Keep it to the silk and leather.”

“I agree.” Etta dumped the chains on the floor. The clatter was disruptive enough to give Jamie a light heart attack. “I’ll get rid of it.”

“Doing some spring cleaning in the perv drawer, huh?”

“Thought I would get rid of the stuff we don’t like or use.”

“You mean cleaning out all the women you used to have.”

Etta stole a glance over her shoulder. “What’s the point of keeping such things if we don’t like them?”

Jamie approached, hand snaking up Etta’s back as she looked down in the drawer. “Keep the glass nipple clamps. Those are fun. In fact, get some to keep at the house.”

“I was going to.” Even so, Etta scoffed. “This thing needs to be organized. Mess.”

“Whatever you say, hon.”

Etta snatched her wrist and brought her hand up for a kiss. Jamie’s gasp echoed in their bedroom. “I say a lot of things, don’t I?”

“You always make sure they count.” Jamie was purring without realizing it.Suppose I do want some of this…Etta, her, the bed… maybe some of the stuff in this drawer. When was the last time she had a spreader bar around her ankles? Christmas?

“Then I suppose now is a good time to talk.”

Jamie shook her off and went to sit on the edge of the bed. She patted the space next to her. Etta hurried to close the bureau drawer and join her, the mattress sinking beneath her weight.

“I love you.” Etta kissed her hand again, then lightly on the lips. “You’re the greatest thing to ever happen to me.”

Jamie knew how these conversations went. “But?”

“No but. Only…”

“Uh-huh. But.”