“I’ll help.” Amber chuckles and stands, finishing her champaign and placing the glass down.
“Where’s my kiss?” I snag her wrist. Amber’s smile is radiant, taking my breath away. Leaning forward, she kisses the corner of my mouth.
I notice McKnight look around before he heads over to our table. “Has anyone seen Sarah?”
“She’s over there,” Matt says, nodding toward Benny’s office.
“Thanks,” McKnight says and pats Matt’s shoulder before extending his hand out to Clint. “Best wishes.”
Clint stands and shakes his hand. “Thanks for coming.”
Nodding at us, he turns and heads toward Sarah, who looks a little disheveled in her wrinkled bridesmaid dress. Her hair has fallen out of its updo and a flush brightens her cheeks.
While Sarah is talking to McKnight, Eric emerges from Benny’s office, tucking his shirt into his pants before running his hands through his hair.
Eric narrows his eyes, looking pissed when he sees Sarah hug McKnight, but he walks past them and steals the whiskey out of Jax’s hand and gulps it down.
“You’re looking . . . relaxed,” Clint says and we all bust up laughing.
“You all are a bunch of assholes,” Eric grumbles, looking into the empty whiskey glass.
“Children,” Jax reprimands and smacks the back of Eric’s head.
Matt chuckles then yawns. I need to get these kids home soon.
“Where is Amber and Dawn?” Sarah asks, coming over to the table and taking a seat as far away from Eric as possible.
“Helping Linda pack up,” Clint answers and stands from the table. “Thanks for coming everyone, but I have somewhere to be.”
“I’m going to go find Burns and Janet and get those crazy kids home before they find an empty office and do something naughty.” Jax stands and buttons his jacket.
“Shut it, Jax,” Eric says, punching Jax in the gut.
“Asshole,” Jax wheezes and walks away, winking at Sarah, who rolls her eyes.
“Matt, do you mind checking to see if your mom is ready to go?” Sarah asks Matt, who yawns again but nods, then slowly gets up and walks off.
“Eric, were you able to find anything out about Henry?” Sarah asks after Matt is out of ear shot.
“His new wife filed for divorce a few weeks ago. But other than that, he’s clean.” Eric rubs his chin looking pissed.
“We should talk about this with Amber.” I glance over at the kitchen where Amber is saying goodbye to her parents.
“I’ll be over tomorrow, and we can talk more.” Sarah nods, then gets up and glances quickly at Eric.
Eric stares at Sarah intently. “How are you getting home?”
“I’m . . .” Sarah clears her throat then points over her back, “getting a ride with my parents.”
“Good.” Eric nods, stands, and then stalks away, rubbing the back of his neck.
“I’m such an idiot,” Sarah groans as she watches Eric walk out the door.
“Nah.” I chuckle, standing up and shifting a sleeping Emily in my arms. “But be careful with him. He’s tender-hearted under that thick skin of his.”
“I know.” She sighs with a sympathetic smile. “Get your family home, we’ll talk tomorrow.”
Yes, I’ll take my family home. Happily.
∞∞∞
“How’s my pretty girl?” Eric coos when his German Shepperd Molly greets us as we walk into the house.
“Ah, you’re such a good doggie daddy,” Amber coos at Eric with a laugh.
“Can Molly sleep with me?” Matt asks, getting down on his knees to scratch Molly’s ears.
“Sure, if you’re mom’s okay with it,” Eric says, patting Matt’s head.
Amber shrugs, kissing the top of Matt’s head. “I’m okay with it.”
“I must warn you, Molly is a bed hog,” Eric says, taking his suit jacket off and throwing it over his shoulder. “And she snores.”
“Awesome.” Matt smiles at Eric then pats his leg. “C’mon, Molly, time for bed.”
“I’ll put Emily to bed,” Amber offers, holding her arms out take Emily.
“I’ll carry her up.” I shake my head, then look over at Eric. “Can you lock up?”
“Sure.” Eric walks to the door and throws the latch as Amber follows me up the stairs.
We quickly work together to get Emily out of her flower girl dress and into her pajamas, tucking her in without her waking, and silently leave her bedroom.
“I’ve been waiting all night to get this dress of you,” I whisper to Amber outside Emily’s bedroom.
“Then you better hurry and get me downstairs,” she whispers back before casually walking down the stairs.
“Not fast enough.” I rush down the stairs and grab her around the waist. We make a quiet, yet mad dash down the stairs, through the hallway, and into our bedroom before clicking the door shut.
“Clothes off, now,” I growl, pulling off my jacket and kicking off my shoes.
Amber slowly turns around and pulls her hair to the side. “Unzip me.” I would love to pull her zipper down with my teeth, but I want her naked more.
The zipper takes no time to unzip, but I take my time running my hands up her back, watching her shiver as they make their way to her dress straps. Sliding one then the other off her shoulders until it falls to the floor, she stands in nothing but a lace thong.
I have seen Amber, all of her, up-close and personal many times, and every time it takes my breath away. Every. Fucking. Time.
“Are you going to just stare at me?” Amber looks at me over her shoulder with a flirty grin.
“Yes.” I nod then rip the rest of my clothes off. They could be tattered remains for all I care.
I grab her hips and pulling her back into my chest. I slowly pull down her thong, kissing a trail down her back, and smile when I feel her tremble. When she steps out of them, she turns and I kiss my way up her stomach until I reach those delicious tits she had peeking out at me all night. I grab her ass and lift her up, and her legs wrap around my waist. Walking us to the bed, I don’t lay her down; instead, I sit exploring with my hands her soft skin, memorizing every inch, every little freckle.
My mouth hoovers over one of her harden nipples before I kiss it once, then move to the other and kiss it too. Her hands comb through my hair as her head falls back for better access.
“So beautiful,” I whisper against her skin then look up at her. She’s peering down at me now with eyes so black with lust. “And all mine.”
I don’t give her time to protest. I suck in one of her nipples and lick around it, wanting to suck every ounce of pleasure from her.
Amber grinds against my dick that throbs with the need to be inside her.
“I need you inside me now,” she pants. I don’t want this to be fast; I want to make love to her. I want her to feel my love, accept it, and trust it.
“No,” I say, releasing her breast and attacking the other, biting softly. She lets out a moan and decides to take matters into her own hands. Grabbing my dick, I almost blow in her hand before she presses it against her entrance and comes done hard.