Perfect Fit: Book 4 of the Fated Hearts Series (27 page)

“Jag.” I was completely shocked at the gift. “Oh my god. I can’t believe it.”

“You’re going to take me with you, right?” He gave me a pouty look and pleading puppy dog eyes like Indy would give me when he wanted a bite of steak.

“I wouldn’t dream of taking anyone else.” I looked around me on the couch where I laid the treasures I unearthed from the box. “Where’s that lip balm?” Jag laughed happily and pulled out the pair of handcuffs from his pocket before he began peeling out of his robe. “After ‘thank you’ sex you can tell me when we’re leaving on our vacation to paradise.”

“Anywhere you are is paradise, Bones.”

“Oh man, you’re going to make me gag.” I smiled at him to let him know I was only teasing. I hoped he saw how happy his words made me.

“I have something you can gag on,” he said, stoking the erection that was forming beneath his new boxers.

“There’s the guy I know and love.”

Much, much later I snuggled up next to him on the couch and tucked my head beneath his chin after I nearly “thank you” sexed us into a coma. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard Jag say, “We leave on January 2
nd
. We get to start living, loving, and making new memories.”

“I’m not going to bottom for you on a sandy beach. Nature’s exfoliant has no business anywhere near my junk.” Jag’s deep chuckle vibrated against my temple where he had pressed his lips.

“I fucking love you, Bones.”

“I fucking love you too.” I closed my eyes and mentally ticked off the days until we left and the things I needed to do before then. It was a little last minute, but who the fuck cared? I was going on a dream vacation with the man I loved. I couldn’t wait to make our new memories in the new year.

MILLER AND I
sent the old year out with a bang. We went to the New Year’s Eve party that Jack and Liam hosted at Bottoms Up. We felt everyone’s eyes on us for most of the night and all of their speculation. At first, it had been a fun game keeping them guessing about what was or wasn’t going on between us. I also realized that no one was buying our cavalier attitudes about love and commitment so I thought we should give the people what they’ve been waiting for once they found about our relationship.

I gently pressed Miller up against one of the columns that divided the sections of the bar. I knew I had caught the attention of most of our friends in the room. I stepped into him until our bodies were almost touching. I lowered my head until my lips were pressed against his ear. “I think the time for playing games has passed, don’t you, Bones?”

I nearly forget there were other people in the room when I pulled back and saw the answer in his eyes. I started to bring my hand up to touch his face, but I knew the moment called for a more drastic demonstration. Instead, I captured his mouth in a fierce, hot kiss so that there was no mistake about the way that I felt about him. I poured every emotion I felt for him into that kiss. Cat calls and whistles broke out all around us while Miller and I smiled at one another.

“I love you too, Jag.” The words were easy to say, and while I was able to verbalize it as much as Miller did, it was easier to show him then tell him. Miller always told me he preferred the actions over the words anyway, but I knew how good it felt to hear that the person you loved most in the world felt the same way about you.

“More than anything, Bones.”

“I think we need to take this a step further.” Miller had a wicked gleam in his eyes and I wasn’t exactly sure how far he wanted to push the envelope.

“Um, I’m not much of an exhibitionist, Bones, and I really don’t want anyone else to see the look in your eyes or hear the dirty, dirty things you say when I’m deep inside you.”

Miller smacked me on the arm, but I could tell his body was reacting to my words. I knew he was picturing the same images that I was. “Now why do you assume I’d be the one on the bottom begging for more?” Okay, he had a different image in his mind, but it was just as hot as mine. “I was thinking about taking the stage and doing a little karaoke duet. Now you’ve got me thinking about a totally different kind of entertainment.”

The idea of us singing a lame ass, sappy love song as a duet on stage for our friends to see made me throw back my head and laugh. “Let’s do it.”

Jack was more than happy to help us pull off the surprise a little bit later in the evening. We looked through the music selection and pointed to the same song and the same time, which caused us to burst into laughter.

“It’s perfectly sappy,” Miller said. “We’re not brothers, but then again neither were they,” he said about the artists.

“We’re not righteous either.” I smirked at Miller and he replied with a playful wink.

We told Jack which song we wanted to perform and I thought he was going to bust a nut laughing at us. Once he caught his breath, he took the stage and announced a surprise performance as the entertainment for the night. I knew that Miller and I were the last couple they would’ve expected to take the stage, which was evidenced by the complete silence in the room as they all stared at us with gaping mouths.

We had already decided that Bones would go first and he didn’t miss a beat once the music for The Righteous Brothers’ song “You’re My Soul and Inspiration” began to play. It was the sappiest song we could find and we really amped it up with facial expressions and hand gestures to fit the tone of the song. We swayed along with the music and sang our hearts out – not caring if we were off key and sounded terrible. I meant every word that I sang, even if I played it off as stupid or sappy. Bones was my heart and he gave me purpose.

We received lots of applause and cheers once the song was over. Once we stepped off the stage, we received our fair share of teasing too. We gave as good as we got and the rest of the night was spent celebrating with our friends. Miller gave me a kiss hot enough to curl my toes when the clock struck midnight. It was the first time I received a New Year’s kiss and I decided it was my new favorite tradition.

We packed up our pets and their supplies and took them to Uncle Chase and Uncle Gray’s house on the first day of January. They were so excited about our sexy getaway together that they offered to sit for our pets and take us to the airport the next morning. Oliver was pissed about the intruders and gave me the evil death glare as he sat on the arm of the couch beside me. I scratched his ears just how he liked, but he was still outraged. That fluffy orange tail never stopped swishing furiously from side to side.

I was so excited the night before our trip that I hardly slept. Miller tried his best to fuck it out of me, but not even his talented hands, mouth, and cock could calm me enough to sleep. I think I finally dozed off a few hours before the alarm went off. I probably would’ve felt less zombie-like if I had just stayed awake.

I didn’t finally relax until we were in the air and on our way to paradise. We drank mimosas to celebrate the occasion so it wasn’t long before I slipped my hand in Miller’s, leaned into him, and fell asleep on his shoulder. I slept through breakfast, but Miller saved me some fruit and pastries. I kissed him to show him my appreciation and then dug into my breakfast.

“Are you guys going on your honeymoon?” Our flight attendant asked when she brought me some coffee. I nearly choked on the bite of banana nut muffin I had just taken. I feared a walnut would be permanently lodged in my lung.

“Just a vacation.” Miller chuckled while pounding on my back in attempt to help me dislodge my food. “Scary thought, huh?” He asked once I was able to breathe without coughing. His eyes only held humor, not disgust that I might get choked up over marrying him or contempt at the idea of marrying me.

“No, I was just surprised by the question,” I replied. “I don’t know why it surprised me. It’s obvious that we’re a couple from all the handholding and the way I curled into you to sleep. It would be a conclusion a lot of people would make if we were a straight couple. Still, it just caught me off guard.”

I hoped that I explained my reaction well enough to him, because the last thing I wanted to do was ruin the surprise I had planned for him. Inside my carryon bag was a small box from Tiffany’s and it contained something that I hoped Miller would accept and wear for the rest of his life. Nerves tried to set in, but I pushed them aside. I wanted to enjoy every second of our vacation together and not spend any of it worrying about what his answer would be when I finally found the right moment to ask him that all-important question.

The flight only lasted about two and a half hours so it was still bright and beautiful when our plane landed in Providenciales. The bright sunshine and warm temperature reinvigorated me once we stepped outside the airport and hailed a cab.

“This is so beautiful,” Miller whispered in the backseat of the cab as we traveled along the ocean to our villa. “I’ve never seen water so blue in my life.”

“It reminds me of your eyes.” Miller’s head whipped around to look at me. The ornery smile he wore told me he expected me to be joking, but I wasn’t. It was the first thought that popped into my mind when I laid eyes on the water. His smile turned sweet when he saw I was sincere and he leaned in to give me a kiss to match the moment.

“Smooth talker,” he whispered against my lips.

The seaside villa was stunningly beautiful. The décor was a clean and crisp mix of stark whites, creamy beiges, with the occasional pop of blues and greens. The shower was built for two and something I wanted for us. I loved sharing showers with Bones and I would’ve loved it even more if we had a little bit more room, water pressure, and showerheads at home.

The canopy bed was something out of a fantasy with billowy white fabric draped around the four posts. I instantly envisioned making love to Miller with the French doors open and the wind blowing the sheer fabric around us.
Jesus, what the fuck was happening to me?

“That bed,” Miller said. “We’re going to be making a lot of memories in that bed.” He turned his lustful eyes on me and I felt like there was no reason to wait until dark to begin making those memories.

I stripped the clothes slowly from his body and he did the same for me. I captured his mouth in a seductively slow kiss as we tumbled to the bed. The ocean breeze blowing through the open doors felt like a kiss against my skin as I worshipped every inch of Miller’s body. I reveled in the combined scent of soap and man as I left no part of him untouched, loving the way he trembled beneath my lips and fingers.

I wanted so much more than just a new year for us; I wanted a new start to a life that marked him as mine forever. “Mine.” I reminded him, as I often did, when I slid inside his heat. “All mine.” I saw the same pleasure in Miller’s expressive eyes that I always did when I claimed him.

“Only yours, Jag.” He wrapped his legs around my hips, holding tight to me. He gripped my ass cheeks with his hands and pulled me deeper inside him, which tore groans from both of us.

I resisted his urgency for faster and harder for a long time, drawing out our pleasure until I was nearly out of mind from the need to come.

“Mine.” I repeated as I pinned his arms above his head and pressed my chest to his. There wasn’t a part of us that wasn’t touching – hot, sweaty, and masculine skin on skin.