I nodded.
That was good to know, and as Curious Rock Chick, also a relief to have that intel.
“So you want me to put them on this?” he pressed.
I leaned toward him and put my hand to his chest. “No, baby. But thanks for the offer.”
“Ally—” he started, his voice cautious, and I knew where he was going.
This was bigger than me. Even bigger than me and Darius.
This needed team play.
So I cut him off in order that he wouldn’t worry. “I have to talk to Lee.”
Ren let out a breath.
I took one in and said, “I had this feeling when it started. It wasn’t bad. It was bad. Darius on it, bringing in Bobby and Brody, I felt better.” I tipped my head to the note. “That? Smithie needs the big guns.”
To that, Ren weirdly asked, “Do you know what’s amazing?”
“Well… no,” I answered, bemused at this turn of conversation.
“That you give a shit enough about what you do, and about Smithie, to be big enough to set pride aside to do the job right.”
He.
Was.
So.
Awesome.
“You’re just saying that so I’ll kiss you,” I replied.
“No. I’m sayin’ it ‘cause it’s true. Though, I’m also sayin’ it so you’ll kiss me. But mostly I’m sayin’ it so you’ll f**k me.”
My happy place spasmed, but my eyebrows drew together.
“I was dancing all night and you want me to do all the work?
“Babe, you dance for eight, ten minutes tops. That hardly puts you out of commission.”
“I also had a run today,” I reminded him.
He grinned. “Yeah, I remember.”
That grin—another happy place spasm.
“So I’m thinking my man needs to put in a little effort,” I kept going.
“I did that after your run.”
This was true. And it was more than a little. This was because, before I got back from my run, Ren had cleaned my Lelo.
“Okay, a little more effort,” I amended.
“Are you sayin’ you’re good with missionary?” he asked.
“Missionary is growing on me,” I shared.
Ren grinned a grin I felt in my ni**les and my happy place.
Then he set the note on his nightstand and lunged toward me, taking me to my back on the bed with him on top.
His lips to my lips, his eyes looking into mine, he suggested, “Let’s see if I can take it to number one.”
I was all for that.
Totally.
And I shared this by lifting my head and kissing him.
Hard, wet and wild.
Ren kissed me back the same way.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Top of That List
My eyes fluttered open as I woke.
Ren’s arms gave me a squeeze.
“Babe, you awake?”
I grinned to myself and rolled from Ren spooning me to me snuggling front to front with my man.
He wrapped a hand around my jaw, tipped my head back and moved in, giving me a soft, sweet morning kiss.
Oh yeah. This together togetherness rocked.
And did in a way that would last forever.
So that rocked a helluva lot more.
He disengaged and said in his sweet voice, “Mornin’, baby.”
“Mornin’,” I replied, snuggling deeper into his warm, hard body. Then I declared, “I have to apologize.”
He did a slow blink and asked, “For what?”
“For going back on the promise I made myself last Sunday that I’d make you breakfast in bed every Sunday morning until the day my arthritic hands couldn’t crack open an egg.” I watched his face get soft(er) and thus hot(ter) and kept talking. “But I have to talk with Lee, and I have to get to Fortnum’s to check in.” I snuggled even closer and finished on a whisper, “But you pick a day this week, I’ll make up for it.”
“You don’t have to make up for it, Ally,” he replied.
“Yes, I do.”
“Babe, you don’t.”
“Babe, you liked it,” I stated. “And I liked that you liked it. And I like doing things for you that you like. So give that to me and think on a day when you’ll take my rain check.”
It was him that pulled me closer when he said, “All right, honey.”
I kept snuggled close as I moved on to the hard part. “There’s something else I need to tell you when you’re in a sweet, waking up Sunday morning mood.”
His eyes came alert and his lips muttered, “Oh shit.”
Oh yeah, oh shit.
“Okay, there hasn’t been a good time to tell you this because there is no good time to tell you this, but also things have been kinda busy, so I’m picking now because you need to know,” I explained.
“Just tell me, Ally,” Ren demanded.
“I know who wrote that book. She’s a member of the Fortnum’s family. Her name is Jane,” I said quickly.
“Fuck,” he growled, “Seriously?”
“I don’t know if you’ve met her but—”
“Does your brother know?” he cut me off to ask.
“Which one?” I asked back.
“Either one, Ally,” he clipped, impatient.
“Um… well, yeah. Both of them do.”
“And what’re they doin’ about this shit?”
“Nothing.”
Ren stared at me a beat before he asked, “Nothing?”
“She’s a member of the family, honey,” I said quietly.
“Who’s tradin’ on the private lives of that family,” Ren returned.
“Who’s weaving fairytales,” I countered and slid up so we were eye to eye. “She’s wanted this her whole life.”
“I don’t give a f**k.”
“It’s beautiful, Ren. All of it. Why shouldn’t the world know?”
His head jerked against the pillow and he clamped his mouth shut.
“I’m not mad,” I told him. “None of the girls are mad. Neither Hank nor Lee freaked about it. And I want you to try to dig deep in you to find that to give to Jane because I care about her. And I believe in what she’s doing.” I shot him a smile. “Everyone should know how righteous we are.”
“Does it matter to you that I don’t want everyone to know how righteous I am?” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered. “And if you dig deep and find that you can’t get there, you tell me. I’ll do what I can. In the meantime, I think we both need to read Indy and Lee’s book so we know exactly what we’re dealing with.”