Page 69 of Marry Me Forever

Me: What if my last name was Fish?

Jenn: Some fish return home to spawn. And where did you find Katie? Back home.

Me: Do you have an answer for everything?

Jenn: Of course. It’s why I’m the best assistant in the world.

Me: You are good. BUT, I’m not a wolf. Or a fish.

Jenn: No, you’re just a sweet guy who needs to find his person. And I think you have.

Me (typed but deleted): I want to believe that.

Me (actual reply instead): Have you finished arranging that surprise for me?

Jenn: Nearly.

Me: Then work on that and stop looking up wolf-related facts.

Jenn: Just saying.

Me: Work on the surprise, Jenn.

Jenn: On it, Mr. Killjoy.

As I cleaned up and dressed, with Katie’s taste still lingering in my mouth, I kept reliving her coming apart on my tongue. Or kneeling before me, swallowing my cum.

All flushed and soft and beautiful.

Not claiming her straight away with my dick had been difficult. And yet, I wasn’t about to starve the woman. Hell, I could do with some food, too. That way, I’d be at full strength and could make the night even more memorable.

Even if my plans had shifted and I wanted Katie for more than one night—I now knew I’d never get her out of my system—I had to be patient. Until Katie experienced what life with me would be like outside of Starry Hills, I could never ask her to be my girlfriend for real.

I could barely handle my fame some days, and I’d been dealing with it for years. The constant attention and Hollywood politics might be too much for Katie.

I hoped not, but she needed to see and experience it herself. The New Year’s party event would give her a much-needed glimpse. After that, I could hopefully start making more long-term plans.

Once I was finally dressed again, I headed downstairs, put in the order with my chef for dinner on the beach, and waited for Katie. I checked my phone to see if there was any more Wendy drama, but there were only texts from Aunt Lori and Jenn.

I almost wished Wendy would act so I could react. However, maybe pigs could finally fly and she’d given up.

Hearing footsteps on the stairs, I looked up and watched Katie descend. She’d changed her outfit to a dark green sweater and dark jeans, probably to better handle the wind and cold on the beach.

Now that I’d seen her naked, it was easy to undress her with my eyes and imagine her walking down to me without a stitch on.

As my dick twitched, I mentally cursed and got myself under control.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs, I noticed the slight frown between her eyebrows. I asked, “What’s wrong? Did you need something?”

She smiled—it seemed forced to me—and shook her head. “No, it’s just been a long day and I’m a little tired. And before you suggest I should retire for the night or something, don’t. I want to see the beach and then your bedroom again. A walk and some food will give me energy. Going outdoors usually does.”

I took her hand and threaded my fingers through hers. She squeezed me back, and I led her out the back door and down the path to the water. “I’m the same way. Beaches both relax and energize me. I’ve always wanted to live along the ocean, so it was the one indulgence I allowed myself, once I could afford it. It’s not the rolling hills of back home, but the sound of the waves always calms me and helps me think.”

We reached the sand. Even though it was in the low 60s, I removed my shoes and dug my toes into the somewhat warm sand. “And this. There’s something about walking barefoot in the sand.”

Katie eyed the water in the distance. “It’s warmer here than back home, but I’m not sure if I’m brave enough to go barefoot.”

I bumped my side against hers. “Try it. If you’re too cold, you can always put your shoes back on.”