She smiles. “You want to?”

“I’m up for anything tonight.”

Her smile turns a little mischievous. “Good to know. Finish your beer first.”

We watch the couples gather on the dance floor, and Holly points out the general technique while I gulp down the cold beer. I haven’t chugged like that since a frat party in college.

Once I finish, the song is just ending, but the band launches into another two-step number. We step onto the dance floor, and I’ve got one of Holly’s gloved hands clasped in mine, and the other is on my shoulder. I pull her closer than is probably necessary, but I can’t help but want to have her pressed against me. She’s my woman, and it’s my privilege to do so.

We’re both aware of the random flashes coming from our periphery, but I don’t fucking care if there are pictures all over the papers of us tomorrow. Holly is gazing up at me like I hung the moon. I never understood that saying before, but I feel like I finally get it now.

“Are you happy you came home?” I ask her.

Nodding, she replies, “Yeah, I am. And I’m happy you came too. I’m glad I don’t feel like I have to hide this part of myself anymore, that I don’t have to be ashamed of where I came from. It’s a weight I’ve been carrying that I’m glad to be rid of.”

“You never have to hide anything from me, Holly. I’m in love with the woman you are, and anything that made you this way is something to be grateful for.”

Her cheeks flush. “You still haven’t met my mama.”

“We’ll figure that out. There’s got to be a way to smooth it over and make that part of your life easier.”

She shrugs. “I don’t want to think about that tonight. Not at all.”

“That’s fine. What would you rather think about?”

Her smile comes back to life instantly, and once again, it’s one that’s colored with mischief. “Maybe the fact that I’ve got a surprise for you when we get home.”

She already has my undivided attention, but now she’s roused my curiosity as well. “Is that so?”

“Yep. One I think you’re going to like.”

I study her face as if I’ll find the answer written there. The music is loud and the other couples are a few feet away, but still I pitch my voice low when I say, “You know I’m not lifting my ban on certain activities today . . .”

Holly leans in and up on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around my neck, but continues to two-step. I’m proud that I’ve got the rhythm down well enough to lead at this point. But what she says next has me almost tripping over my feet.

“The giant butt plug in my ass says you don’t need to lift your ban because you’re going to be conquering new territory tonight.”

Oh, fuck it. I sweep Holly off her feet and up into my arms. Several of the couples on the dance floor stop and the band quiets.

“Nothing to see here, folks. Just a man crazy in love with his bride.”

And with that, I walk off the dance floor with Holly laughing against my chest.

“You’re a menace,” I say as I fight to keep the car on the road while Holly’s clever little fingers work the buttons of my jeans.

“You announce to the whole damn town that you’re crazy in love with your new bride, and you don’t think you deserve road head for that? You’re something else, Crey.” Her hand slips inside my pants and closes around my dick.

“Jesus, woman.”

I groan as she squeezes and pumps my cock. When she leans over the center console and the perfect heat of her mouth closes around the head, I breathe out her name.

She lifts up. “Just get us there in one piece, Crey. That’s your job.”

I don’t look down, because if I do, there’s a chance I won’t be able to keep the car on the road. She wraps her fist around the base, and the flat of her tongue slicks up the bottom before she decides that mid-travel deep-throating is a good idea.

I white-knuckle the steering wheel and swallow back my groans. The woman is a cock-sucking goddess, and I mean that in the most complimentary way possible. Stroke after stroke with her tongue and the tight clasp of her lips wrapped around my shaft bring me close to the brink just before I flip on the turn signal to pull into the drive.

I debate whether I want to let go and come in her mouth, and then decide that if I’m going to be slipping inside that tight little ass of hers for the first time, maybe it’s the practical thing to do.

Logic. Sure, let’s call it that.

“I’m gonna come, baby. You ready for that?”

I slow the car to a stop in the driveway and slam it into PARK. Releasing the steering wheel, I bury my hands in Holly’s hair. I feel her head bob, and I don’t know if she’s nodding that she’s ready or if it’s just her exuberant sucking. I open my mouth to ask again, but her hand cups my balls, and I lose my fucking mind.

“Holly—fuuuck.”

The orgasm rips out of my balls and down her throat. Jesus Fucking Christ. This woman.

She sucks another stroke, cleaning me up, and I can’t help but marvel at her. When she lifts her head, I brush her hair out of her face.

“You’re amazing. And you’re all fucking mine.”

Her smile is sweet and beautiful, and I can’t wait to get her upstairs. I rip open my door, round the hood, yank open hers, and reach inside. She squeals when I pull her out and toss her over my shoulder.

“Jesus, Crey. Did you even zip your jeans?”

I look down and become conscious of the draft that’s very quickly freezing my dick. I shove my shit inside my pants. “No. Don’t fucking care.”

I stalk toward the door and then remember that I need keys. But Holly is already holding them out awkwardly around one side of my neck. I grab them from her.

“Good woman,” I grunt out.

“You’re just feeling good because you got a blow job in the car, and now you’re going to brown town.” She’s giggling, and it’s fucking contagious.

A deep chuckle works its way out of my lungs, and I can’t remember laughing this hard in years. “God, you’re good for me.”

“And don’t you forget it.” She slaps my ass as I shove the key in the lock and open the door.

“Impossible.”

The sound of Crey’s laugh, coming easily and because of me, is up there on my list of favorite sounds. For some reason, it gives me the same kind of butterflies that hearing the host of Country Dreams announce my name as a finalist gave me. And it has nothing to do with the fact that I’m about to lose my anal virginity to something that’s not silicone.