Page 62 of Waiting for Acceptance (Nashville Nights #5)

FITZ

I didn’t think it was possible to fall more in love with my girl.

Then she came outside last night in a pair of Gran’s old work boots, her hair clipped back, and helped us deliver a calf.

We took one last trip out to the tree before we packed our bags to head back into the city.

Taking her to the ranch was the last piece of the puzzle for me.

Seeing the way she fit in there, helping Gran in the kitchen, riding Tina with me, the way she just jumped in with Mabel’s delivery.

I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, than I am that Lauren has been, and will be, the only one to have my heart.

Her fingers have been intertwined with mine the whole drive back into the city, and just as we turn onto my street, I hear her stomach growl.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were hungry?” She shrugs and leans over, resting her head on my shoulder.

“I was just ready to be home.”

I glance down at her, watching her eyes flutter closed. “You know, you’ve called my place here in New York home twice now.”

“Mmm. Have I?” I laugh when I notice she never opens her eyes when she asks.

“You have.”

She finally lifts her head, looking into my eyes. “Weird.” There’s a sweet playfulness in her eyes but she just smirks at me. When I kiss the top of her head, her stomach growls again.

“Why don’t I grab us some food from Milano’s while you head up and take a shower?”

“Are you sure? I can go with you.”

“Baby, your eyes are barely open right now. Go up and shower and I’ll be back in twenty minutes.

” The car comes to a stop outside of our building and I give her the key, making a note to give her one of her own.

If she’s going to keep calling this place home, I want it to feel that way to her in every sense of the word.

“Twenty minutes. I’m counting.” She points at me and I smile.

“I won’t make you wait a minute more.” I wink at her and she smiles, running up to the entrance. I’m almost to Milano’s when my phone starts ringing, and the smile on my face from the anticipation that it may be Lauren disappears when I see that it’s my mother.

“Hello?”

“Fitz, honey! So glad I caught you. Are you busy?”

“Only always. What’s up?” I hop out of the car with a sigh.

“I just wanted to make sure you were coming tomorrow.”

“Yes, we’ll be there.” There’s a pause on her end of the line and I look down to see the seconds on our call still ticking by.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I don’t want to keep you, we’ll see you then.” My brows practically meld into my hairline in shock.

“See you then.”

The line goes dead and I waste another minute of time, wondering what the hell that was about.

If I know anything about how my parents react to things, I’m sure I’ll figure it out tomorrow night.

I rush into Milano’s, order our food and drinks, and barely make it to pick up a bottle of Lauren’s favorite wine before getting back to the apartment with a minute to spare.

Keeping my promise to someone has never felt so important and rewarding.

When I walk through the door she’s fresh out of the shower, wearing one of my T-shirts, a pair of her underwear, and socks, bundled up on the couch with a spot open for me.

I don’t even bother fighting the way I love her.

Eating pizza and watching her favorite shows, rubbing her feet until she’s falling asleep, and getting to make love to her without the fear that it’ll end all too soon any more, makes me happier than I can even comprehend.

I can’t wait to surprise her with what I have planned tomorrow— before the dreaded party we’re here to attend, that is.

If it wasn’t for the fact that my body and mind are both completely relaxed when Lauren is wrapped in my arms, I wouldn’t have been able to sleep a wink last night. I was up an hour ago, pulling clothes from her bag and laying them out for her, before brewing our coffee and starting breakfast.

“Oh my gosh, something smells amazing.” She shuffles into the kitchen in her silk nighty and her hair clipped back, causing me to pause and take every bit of her beauty in. Her bare face, rosy cheeks, and hard nipples teasing me through blue silk.

“Get over here, beautiful.” She gives me a playful look and skips over to me with her bottom lip pulled in with her teeth.

I lift her onto the counter and her legs part, allowing me to move closer.

When I squeeze her ass as her arms drape over my shoulders, and the look in her eyes has me completely mesmerized.

I kiss from her neck, down to her shoulder and when my lips begin trailing down her chest she giggles, pulling my chin up and my eyes meet hers.

“You’re going to burn our breakfast.”

“I’ll make more if you let me taste you, first.” She bites her lip and nods eagerly.

“Just—” she stops my quick descent down her body. “Turn the burners off first at least.”

“How about I make you a bet?” Her eyebrow lifts, curiously.

“I’m listening.”

“If you finish before the bacon burns, you can’t ask any questions about what I have planned for us today.”

“Okay,” she agrees almost immediately.

“And you can’t tell me no about any of it.”

“I’m slightly more hesitant about that one,” she teases.

“Come on, Trouble. Don’t you trust me?” She rolls her eyes and I grab her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the counter before she can even answer.

She catches herself by slamming her palms against the countertop.

“You know the rule, baby. You roll your eyes, I give you a reason to.” I lift her silk dress, and my cock throbs when I see she’s already wet for me.

I waste no time diving in to devour her.

Her back arches, and her head falls back as sweet moans, that might as well be music to my ears, fall from her lips.

The more I taste her, the more I crave her climax to satisfy us both.

I grip her hips, biting, kissing, and licking her from entrance to clit until she grips my hair and begins grinding her hips against my face.

I flatten my tongue, teasing her until she’s writhing on the counter, screaming my name.

I’m startled when she grabs my face with both hands, pulling me up to her.

“More,” she pants, kissing me in a way that sends my head spinning.

“Tell me what you need, baby.” I nip at her bottom lip and she moans.

“You. Inside me. Now.” She pulls my sweatpants down, grabbing my cock with a grip that’s both gentle, yet completely demanding. She’s going to take what she needs and fuck if it isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced.

“Take what you need, Trouble.” Her eyes slowly find mine and she releases me, sliding off the counter until her chest brushes mine and I’m towering over her again.

Then she takes my arms, turning us until my back is against the counter.

She lifts a brow, tipping her chin to urge me up onto the counter.

I slide myself up and she crawls up next, straddling me.

She guides my cock into her slick entrance, her grip around me still as tight as ever.

The tiny straps on her nighty fall down, as do pieces of her hair from the clip she’s wearing, as she rides me.

She goes between biting her lip and her mouth popping open, then she readjusts her position, bouncing on her feet now instead of her knees.

“That’s right. Use me, baby.” Her nipples harden against the blue silk fabric that’s a second away from falling down. “Keep going, just like that.” I feel my balls begin to tighten, seconds away from emptying myself inside her, when the smoke alarm starts going off.

“Shit. The food!” Lauren’s movements begin to slow and I grip her hips. Thrusting into her.

“Let it fucking burn, but don’t you dare stop.” One of her breasts falls free just as her tight cunt squeezes around me. “Shit, baby. You fuck me so good.”

“Vince, I can’t. I’m coming!” I take over when her legs give out, gripping her hips as I thrust so deep, she completely soaks me.

She grinds her hips against me as my cock continues to pulse inside of her and when we’ve finally reached the peak of our climax, I slide us off the counter and switch the burners off.

I’m still seated inside of her when she looks at me and smiles. “You lost.”

“The bet was off the moment those eyes rolled, Trouble.” Her mouth pops open in disbelief.

“What! That’s not fair.” I squeeze her ass and press my cock deeper inside of her, causing her to moan and rock her hips against me.

“I think you got exactly what you wanted. Didn’t you, baby?” I softly kiss her lips, then her neck, lifting her just enough to reach the breast that fell out of her dress while she was riding me, sucking her nipple into my mouth until I feel her walls tighten around me again.

“Let’s get cleaned up, then we can go grab breakfast. I have a busy day planned for us and we’re actually out of bacon.” I grimace and she laughs.

“Um, did you lay my clothes out for me?” She hikes a thumb towards our room.

“Yes. I did.” The smile on her face is enough to tell me that she’ll wear it. I only hope she’s as excited about where we’re going as she is about me picking out her clothes for her.