Them (Him #3) by Carey Heywood Read Free Book Online

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    My body is fine-tuned to him. He knows exactly how I like it, but it’s more than that. It’s knowing that if he’s doing it, I will like it. I trust him so much so that I’ve no reason to ever be embarrassed.
    It’s freeing and exhilarating and—“Oh, God, oh, God! Don’t you dare stop, right, right there . . .”
    He crawls up me, kissing me hungrily before pulling away. “I need a cold shower, stat.”
    I want to offer words of support but haven’t mentally regained use of my tongue yet to form said words. I just lie there, blissfully limbless as I hear the shower turn on.
    He’s back in almost no time, now clad only in a towel. He shakes his head at me as soon as he sees I haven’t moved, haven’t even made an effort to put my clothes back on.
    “You are welcome.” He laughs, bending over to kiss my cheek.
    I scrunch my nose at him and refuse to move otherwise.
    “Want me to order pizza?”
    “Mmmm.”
    “I’m taking that as a yes.” He laughs again, pulling on a pair of track pants and an old t-shirt from our high school days.
    Deciding it would be best not to eat pizza in bed, I pull my clothes back on and follow him downstairs.
    He’s turning off his phone by the time I make it to him. “Want to order a movie or watch something from the DVR?”
    I’m two weeks behind on one of my favorite shows, but it’s one Will thinks is silly. It would be horribly unfair to ask to watch it, considering he just went down on me and had to take a cold shower.
    He knows me well enough to read my expression and rolls his eyes as he selects it from the DVR queue.
    “Are you sure?” I grin at him.
    He tugs me toward him and kisses me. “You owe me.”
    I like the sound of that. Owing Will Price always seems to be quite rewarding in the end.
    “Deal.” I kiss his neck, right under his chin.
    His arms tighten before he releases me, stepping back. “The pizza should be here in thirty minutes. What do you want to drink?”
    “Who’d you order from?”
    We have different standing orders depending on which pizza place we order from. “Vinnie’s.”
    Marguerita pizza, yum. “If we have any sangria left, I’ll have that. Otherwise, iced tea sounds good.”
    I plop down onto our comfy sofa, put my feet up onto our ottoman-style coffee table and start my show. Will won’t care if he misses the beginning. He’s back in no time with a tumbler of sangria for me and a can of Coke for himself. I lean forward, making room for him to sit and then rest against him. I love staying in, just the two of us. When Sawyer and I still lived in Colorado, we went out way more than Will and I do now.
    Sure, I miss living near my best friend but I wouldn’t trade this, what I have right now, for anything. I’ve seen movies and read books where women are swept off their feet by some billionaire or celebrity, and into private planes or helicopters off to movie premiers or galas. I’m the one living the real fantasy, tucked up to my high school sweetheart, watching our DVR while we wait for a pizza to be delivered. This is it for me, my dream, all I’ve ever wanted. Well, almost all I’ve ever wanted. Hopefully soon we’ll learn why we haven’t been able to start a family.
    Who knows? Maybe a year from now we’ll be in exactly the same place, only with a baby of our own.
    When the doorbell rings, I pause the TV and we both get up to go to the door. Will passes me the food while he pays the driver, and I take it to the kitchen to serve it up. He meets me in time to carry his plate back to the living room. We have it down to a science, the way we move in harmony.
    Will even behaves as I catch up on my show. He only snickers a couple of times during the more melodramatic parts. It’s a TV show about vampires, so the fact that he’s watching it with me at all gives him a free pass to think it’s silly. I don’t care, though; Sawyer and I got hooked on this show when we lived together, and watching it reminds me of