With Me In Seattle: Bundle Two (96 page)

“You’re scraped up pretty good back here,” she says when she makes me turn around. She presses a sweet kiss to my shoulder blade before leading me into the shower. She didn’t set it too hot, not too cold, but just perfect so when it slides over the cuts and scrapes the stinging isn’t too bad.

“I’m going to wash you,” she informs me softly.

“I like it when you take care of me,” I murmur.

Her hands glide gently over my body, cleaning the brown dried blood and dirt from my arms and hands, washing the blood out of my hair, and when all is said and done, and we’re both dry, she examines me one more time.

“See? It’s not so bad now that I’m cleaned up.”

“You must be really sore.”

So fucking sore.

“I’ll be fine.”

“Come on.” She leads me back to her bedroom, pulls the covers back on her bed and motions for me to lie down.

“It’s mid-afternoon, Mer.”

She simply raises a brow. I sigh and climb onto the bed, and grin happily when she joins me. She picks up my right hand, kisses the scratches on my palm, then cradles her small, smooth cheek, nuzzling my palm. She works her way up my arm to my shoulder, kissing each red spot.

“Are you going to kiss all my boo-boo’s?”

“Yes.”

Finally, she straddles my lap and pushes her fingers into my hair, examining my scalp more closely than any of the nurses or doctors at the hospital did.

“You must have a headache.”

“They gave me something for it,” I reply and close my eyes on a sigh when she continues to soothingly brush my hair with her fingers. “You don’t ever have to stop doing that.”

She kisses my nose and then my forehead. Her warm, smooth, toned body is pressed to mine, her amazing breasts in my face, and I can’t stand it any longer. I glide my hands up her thighs, over her ass and up her back, making her purr low in her throat.

God, that’s a fucking sexy sound.

My cock twitches against her folds, sliding along her clit. She bites her lip and gazes down at me with lust-filled eyes.

“You’re hurt,” she whispers.

“I’m never too hurt for this.”

I begin to flip our position, but she presses her hands on my shoulders, keeping me in place.

“No. Let me.” She smiles slowly as she lifts up, reaches between us and guides me inside her slowly. God, every single time is like the first time. She’s so fucking tight and sweet. “Don’t move,” she says.

“That’s impossible.”

“No it’s not.” She leans down to kiss me, caresses my cheeks and neck with her fingertips and begins to circle her hips effortlessly. “I’m sorry I got scared.”

“Don’t leave me again.”
Ever.

She shakes her head and kisses me, licks my lower lip and kisses me again, deeper now. My cock pulses inside her. I want to grip onto her hips and drive inside her over and over, but I wait, knowing that she’s comforting us both.

Her hands glide to my arms and she holds on as she begins to ride me. Jesus, I’m not even moving and I’m not going to last.

“God, M,” I mutter. “Your body is amazing.” It’s true. Her firm, round breasts, tight stomach, full hips all make me weak in the knees. But it’s her heart that has had me in its grip for more than a decade.

“Love you,” she whispers and tucks her face in my neck as she picks up speed.

“Can I move now?”

“Yes, please.”

I roll her to her back without breaking our precious contact and cradle her shoulders and head in my hands, tip my forehead against hers as I move in slow, earnest strokes.

“Love you,” I say, my lips against hers. “Always.”

Epilogue

Three months later…

~Meredith~

“Why are you acting so weird?” I ask Jax and help one of the littlest girls tie her dance shoes.

“I’m not.” He won’t look me in the eye, which spells lie with a capital L.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

“Jax, something’s up. Is everything okay with Mr. Lovey Pants?”

Strong arms wrap around my shoulders from behind and Logan presses a kiss to my temple. “Mr. Lovey Pants is fine.”

“Hey, handsome.” I grin up at the man that’s quickly become a good friend of mine. He’s perfect for my Jax.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he replies flirtatiously.

“Get your hands off my man, potato chip,” Jax growls with a glare, making me laugh.

“He only has eyes for you,” I assure Jax and brush my fingertip over the ring on Logan’s left hand. “I love the rings you guys chose. Marriage looks good on both of you.”

They grin at each other, love and humor and understanding floating between them, making my heart catch. Their wedding was absolutely beautiful.

“I’m sorry that we scheduled this recital for the same weekend you’re moving the rest of your things.” I cringe and offer Logan a sympathetic smile.

“It’s fine. My dad is keeping an eye on the movers.”

“You didn’t have to come,” Jax says. “And you didn’t have to hire movers. I don’t have that much stuff.”

“Well, with movers you didn’t have to try to squeeze in time between choreography and dance recitals to pack your stuff, and I wouldn’t miss this recital for the world.” He smiles down at me. “How do you like your new kitchen?”

I smile widely as I think of my beautiful kitchen, complete with the insanely awesome and insanely expensive wine cooler I wanted. “I love it. You and Jax have to come for dinner soon. We’d love to have you.”

“Sounds great. Have you told him?” Logan asks with a low voice, his blue eyes shining behind his sexy glasses.

“Tonight,” I reply.

Logan kisses Jax’s cheek, then mine, and grins. “Good luck with that. I’ll be out in the audience with the others.”

“I can’t believe the
entire
Williams and Montgomery families came,” I mutter and count heads. The little girls are all abuzz with excitement, admiring each other’s pretty outfits and thrilled that they get to wear red lipstick.

“You know they love an excuse to get together, and they haven’t missed one of the twins and Sophie’s recitals yet.”

“Except Mark.” I scowl down at my quiet phone. “He never has to work on Saturdays, but he said something came up with work and he couldn’t get out of it.”

“Okay, it’s time,” Jax says and walks away, motioning for the girls to gather around him. I walk out onto the stage.

“Welcome, everyone, and thank you so much for being here today. I am Meredith Summers, the co-owner of Twinkle Toes, and on behalf of Jax and I, I’d like to say thank you so very much for all of your support. We love teaching your little ones and are honored that you’ve trusted this studio to bring them to dance. Your girls have been working very hard to prepare for today’s recital. So, without further ado, let’s get started.”

I smile as the families applaud and walk down the steps to my mark in the audience, where the girls can still see me and I can lead them through their dances. As always, we start with the youngest ones.

As they file out and begin to move their tiny bodies to the music, one little girl on the end decides to freestyle it, singing with the music, skipping and dancing around the stage, making the parents, and me, laugh.

That little girl is going places.

Parents happily snap photos and ooh and aah over the girls’ routines as each age group comes out on stage to perform two dances each. Finally, when all is said and done, I return to the stage.

“That concludes today’s recital. Thank you again…”

There’s a tug on my skirt. I glance down to see a tiny little red-haired girl holding up a red rose to me, which I take and smile down at her. She walks away, and suddenly, another girl appears with a rose.

I look up to survey the audience for Mark, thinking this might be his handy-work, but he’s not here. I shrug, thinking nothing of it. Sometimes the dance instructors receive flowers after a recital.

As I try to thank the audience for coming, I’m interrupted over and over again, until my arms are full of beautiful, fragrant red roses.

Suddenly, all of the Montgomerys, Williamses, and Logan, with Jax now standing next to him, all stand and applaud enthusiastically and I’m at a loss.

“What in the world is going on?”

“Turn around, Miss Mer,” Josie yells out from behind me. I turn and stop, stunned, at what I see before me.

All eight of the oldest girls are standing in a line holding signs that spell out
Will You Marry Me, M?
and Mark is on one knee, holding his hand out to me. I stumble to him, walking on numb feet and feel my eyes fill with tears.

“Are you kidding me?” I whisper. Mark laughs, his blue eyes dancing with happiness, and he flashes that naughty smile at me, making my knees go weak and my heart sing.

“Meredith,” he says and the whole room hushes. “We waited a long time for each other. I don’t think we even knew that’s what we were doing. I will never stop loving you, Meredith A—”

“Watch it,” I say, cutting him off from saying my middle name out loud. He laughs and kisses my hand.

“In a sea of people, my eyes will always search for you, my love. You are the best part of my life, and I can’t imagine ever being without you again. So, in front of everything and everyone we love most, I’m asking you to believe in us and become my wife. I promise, I’ll work every day making sure you never regret it.”

Tears are streaming down my cheeks as I step forward and cup his face in my hand. “Of course I’ll marry you, M.”

He kisses my palm, then slips a beautiful round solitaire diamond engagement ring on my finger before standing and wrapping his arms around me. He slants his lips over mine, then kisses my cheek.

“You said yes.”

“Damn right I did.” I laugh. Everyone in the audience continues to applaud as Mark nuzzles my nose. “Is this a good time to tell you you’re gonna be a daddy?”

“What?” He jerks back and gazes down in my eyes. “What did you just say?”

“I’m pregnant, babe.”

“Holy shit.” He kisses me again, harder this time and then lets out a loud, “Whoop!”

“What’s going on up there?” Will calls out from the audience.

“We’re getting married,” Mark calls back and raises a brow at me, silently asking for permission to announce the good news. I happily nod and he smiles wide, never looking away from me and calls out, “And we’re gonna have a baby!”

Applause erupts again, and I’m suddenly surrounded by people, being passed around from brother to brother, hugged and kissed. The girls are all crying and smiling and hugging each other until they can get to me.

“Congratulations,
bella
,” Dom says happily as he hugs me close and then passes me to Luke.

“I’m so happy for you,” Luke whispers in my ear. “If you need anything at all, you only have to call.”

I nod with tears in my eyes and then am scooped up into Neil’s strong arms.

“Welcome to our family at last, my sweet girl,” he says with a wide, handsome grin. “It’s about time. We’ve been waiting for you, you know.”

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“Your mother gave me her wedding dress to hold on to for you,” Lucy says as she pats my cheek softly.

“She did? But how did she—”

“A mother knows.” Lucy winks at me. “We’d better get you married before you can’t fit into the dress anymore.”

I glance over to where Jax and Logan are standing, hand-in-hand, laughing with Jules and Nate, who has a sleeping Stella on his shoulder. Will and Meg are congratulating Mark as Leo and Sam both enfold me in a group hug.

“Way to go, babe,” Sam says smugly. “I’ve always liked you.”

“Yeah, right.” I snort as I laugh and she laughs with me. “I think the term is
tolerate
.”

“I liked you. Now I love you. You’re good for us.”

Jesus, is everyone going to make me cry today?

“Proud of you,” Natalie whispers in my ear, then winks at me and gives my arm a squeeze. “We’ll talk later.”

I’m passed from person to person, until finally, I’m back in Mark’s arms and he’s kissing me silly.

“Are you ready to be a part of this crazy family?” he asks with that naughty grin.

“I can’t wait,” I reply and press my face to his neck. “I can’t wait.”

THE END

Body Shots in Vegas

“Brynna!” Sam exclaims, pointing her manicured finger at me. “Lay down here and let me do some body shots off your tits.”

I giggle and glance around, taking in the double scene around me. Meg’s singing something horrible on the small stage, Nat and Jax are dancing and Jules and Meredith are letting the bartender pour liquor directly in their mouths.

“Seriously?” I ask, loving this so much. Coming to Vegas for Meg and Will’s bachelorette parties was a great call.

“Totally,” Sam replies, clearing the bar for me. “You have the best tits
ever.
Mine will never be this good.”

“I’ve never done body shots before,” I reply with a giggle and lie on the bar, then flag down the bartender. “Come put liquor in my boobs!”

“I get the liquor,” Sam informs me, making me frown.

“What do I get out of this?”

“I’ll give you liquor after.”

“Right on.” I grin and shimmy on the bar, enjoying the way the wood feels against my ass. Then I smirk.

“What’s so funny?” Sam asks.

“I just thought that I like the way the wood feels against my ass.” I giggle again. “That’s what
she
said!”

“Does if feel good?” Sam asks, examining the top the bar.

“Yeah, I like it. Okay, boob shots.”

“Okay, so the cute bartender is gonna give me a shot of tequila, bless his young heart, and you’re gonna hold the lime between your boobs.”

“Right on.”

“I’m tending bar!” Nic exclaims as she jumps over the bar and begins tossing bottles around like that old Tom Cruise movie. “Here’s your shot.”

Nic tucks a wedge of lime between my tits, which are held together expertly with a super hot push-up bra that I plan to show Caleb later so I can get laid.

Damn that man is good at getting me laid.