Page 55 of Your Fan Forever

Eighteen

Noah

Callie climbedin the back of the blackSUV.

I climbed in behind her. She settled in her seat, buttoned her seat belt and than unbuttoned it and laid her head in mylap.

"Ugh." she groaned and it vibrated on my thigh. "Why am I sotired?"

"Head injury." I rubbed the side of her head. "Remember."

"How many concussions have you had?" She turned her headup.

"Two." I cradled her cheek. "They aren'tfun."

"Is that my job?" She touched my cheek with the back of her hand. "As your wife. To worry about yourhealth."

"Yes, but I think it's like number eight or nine on the list." I massaged hershoulder.

"Stop making fun of me." She slapped mythigh.

"We all set." The driver turnedback.

"Yep."

Callie nodded. She pulled the middle seatbelt around her, sat up and buckled it. She leaned her head on myshoulder.

"What else is on the list?" She kissed my arm. "Dinner on the table at sixevery night." I stared out the window to keep from cracking a smile. "House has to be spotlessand..."

"What?" She nudgedme.

I turned back toward her and grabbed her face and whispered in her ear. "Sex on demand. Twenty-fourseven."

"That's third on thelist."

"Well, no, it's first on the list." I kissed her. "Actually, if you agree to number one, then I can live without the rest of thelist."

Callie giggled and it hit me in the groin. She knew what her giggles did to me. She looked at the driver as she ran her hand up my thigh and cupped the edge of my hardon.

"Don't play, Caliente." I whispered against her lips. She didn't move herhand.

"What do I get?" She asked and kissed me back. Her little tongue darted out to meetmine.

"My undying devotion, love and gratitude." Ismiled.

"You going to say that in your vows?" Sheasked.

I leanedback.

"We're writing our own vows." I narrowed myeyes.

"Yeah." She laid her head on my shoulder again. "I think we should. Say allthat."

"Even the sex part." I kissed her head. "You're parents would lovethat."

"Dani would get a hoot out of it." She flexed her fingers on mythigh.

"I'll come up with something." All I could think about were dirtyvows.