Just Say Yes (Just Say Yes #2) (26 page)

There was a California King-size bed against the center of another wall, and matching nightstands adorned with lamps sat on either side of it. I realized why he missed his bed. It was huge, and it looked really comfy and expensive.

The room fit his personality. It was very masculine, but also laid back with the surfboards on the wall.

“This is a great room, Andy. Are they yours from New Zealand?” I ran my palm over one of the surfboards. He told me before he surfed a lot when he was growing up in “En Zed,” as he referred to his home country.

“Yeah, those two are mine,” he replied, motioning to the two surfboards closest to me. “This one here was my dad’s.” He pointed to the larger, older looking board that was directly in front of him.

Hamish set the bag he was carrying down on the bed. “We’ll let you two get settled in. Why don’t you come downstairs in a bit, and we’ll raid the fridge and the wine cellar.”

“Oh, that sounds great,” I said. “We’ll be right down.”

They shut the door as they left the room. I turned to face Andy, who had silently crossed the room to stand behind me.

“Hey,” he said in his low, sexy voice as he slid his arms around me.

“Hi, there,” I whispered as I faced him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Are you glad to be back here?”

“I’m glad to finally be here with
you
,” he replied as he lifted me up. “I thought I’d never get you here to meet my family.”

My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and he walked us over to his bed, where he collapsed on top of me. He stood back up, leaving me lying on his bed, while he looked me up and down.

“What are you doing?” I asked suspiciously.

“Oh, I’m not doing anything out of the ordinary…” Andy knelt down and ran his hands up the sides of my bare legs. “I’m admiring you on my bed, imagining what I’ll be doing to you later, right on this very spot.”

Oh my.
I propped myself up on my elbows.

“Why don’t you give me a little example then, so I know what to expect?” I teased as I ran my fingers along the top edge of my sundress strap. He didn’t hesitate. Once the words were out of my mouth, he was on top of me, kissing me hungrily. He kissed a trail from my jaw, down my neck, to the top of my breast.

Andy hooked his fingers in my dress strap and slipped it and my bra down just enough to uncover me. My breast now bared to him, he sucked my nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue until it hardened under his touch.

I moaned softly. “You make me feel so good.” Our quickie before we drove from Sacramento only left me wanting him more.

He lifted my dress up and pushed my knees apart, settling himself between my legs, and pressing his hardness against me.

“You’re torturing me, Andy.” He didn’t stop. I wrapped my arms around him and slid my hands down the back of his shorts, beneath them and his boxer briefs, to squeeze his bare ass.

Gripping him hard, I pulled him closer to me. He groaned as I slipped my right hand around, took his cock in my hand, and started stroking him. He left my breast alone after that and began kissing me.

I released him then pushed his shorts and boxers down over his hips to free his cock from the confines of his clothing.

“Zoey, what are you doing?” he mumbled as he began kissing my neck.

“You,” I teased as I rolled him off me. I slid to the floor, where I knelt in front of him. He lifted his hips for me, so I pulled his shorts and boxers all the way off.

He scooted to the edge of the bed, to position himself so that I was between his legs. I took his cock in my hand again, and then guided him inside my mouth.

“I fucking love you, Zoey,” he whispered huskily as he tangled his fingers through my hair.

I hummed in response to him, and he groaned from the vibration of my mouth on him. I stroked and sucked him vigorously, teasing him with my tongue, and within moments, he was coming hard in my mouth.

“Mmm,” I moaned while I swallowed everything he gave me and carefully released him. “We better get downstairs for some food and wine.” Not waiting for a reply, I stood up, took my bag into the bathroom, and brushed my teeth.

A few minutes later, I exited the bathroom. Andy had put his clothes back on and was sitting right where I left him. “You ready?”

He shook his head. “Not yet. Come here, Beautiful,” he said, grinning from ear to ear. I walked over to stand in front of him. “I promise to take real good care of you later.” He pulled me down to sit on his thigh and slipped his arms around my waist.

I giggled. “Oh, I
know
you will.”

“I don’t know how I got so lucky finding you, Zoey, but the fact that you like giving me blowjobs so much…” his voice trailed off as he smirked at me.

“Oh my God, you’re such a perv!” I laughed and smacked his arm. “Here I was thinking you were gonna tell me how lucky you were for finding
me
, and then you go all pervy—”

He didn’t let me finish before he busted up laughing. “You know I love you, Zoey, blowjobs or not.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, it
was
hilarious. “Don’t worry. I like the way you taste, so have no fear, you will get them from me as long as you want them,” I joked. “Now let’s get downstairs before they realize what we’re up to.”

When we arrived in the massive, chef’s kitchen, we found that Sarah had set up a small, but elaborate buffet of food for us on the large granite island. Andy stopped abruptly when he saw what she’d prepared. “You didn’t need to go to so much trouble for us, Aunt Sarah.”

She shook her head and shooed him toward the table. “It’s no trouble, A.J. and you know that. I know you probably didn’t eat dinner after you finished your day at work.”

Andy’s aunt had set out an array of wines, cheeses, fruit, and a variety of hors d’oeuvres. I didn’t know where to start, so I carefully began arranging an assortment of food on my plate. Sarah was right. We didn’t have time to eat dinner before we left, especially after becoming sidetracked while I was picking out a dress.

“Everything looks delicious,” I said to Sarah as I picked up a fork. I was famished. Andy was sitting at a small table with Hamish, enjoying a beer, and talking about his car.

“Andy?” I said, waiting for him to respond.

He looked over at me. “Yeah, love?”

“Do you want me to make you a plate while you two catch up?”

He shook his head and stood up. “I can get it, but thank you.”

After picking up a plate from the stack, he kissed my cheek. I noticed Hamish and Sarah watching us intently. They seemed pleased with what they saw.

Andy filled two plates with food and took a seat at the table with us. I swore I didn’t know how he could eat so much and not gain any weight, but then again, he was very…
active
. Between work and me, the man probably burned every calorie he consumed.

“Zoey, A.J. tells us you own a business? Is that right?” Sarah asked after we sat down at the table and began to eat.

I swallowed my food and wiped my mouth with a real cloth napkin. “Yes, I own it along with my dad. It’s an auto parts store for high performance race cars.”

She nodded, understanding. “Oh yes, A.J. mentioned you were in the family business with your dad and brothers. I think it’s excellent you two have that in common.”

Andy smiled over at me and squeezed my leg under the table.

As we sat around the table talking, I realized I was the only one speaking without a New Zealand accent. It made me chuckle.

“What’s so amusing, Zoey?” Andy asked.

I smiled. “I just realized I’m the only one here without an accent.”

Andy shook his head. “Actually, Beautiful…you’re the only one here who
has
an accent. You’re a foreigner in a house full of Kiwis.”

His revelation had everyone at the table laughing. I
was
the outsider at the Tate’s since I was the only American. Too funny. I pouted jokingly, and he kissed me on the cheek then continued eating.

After I helped clean up dinner, we had dessert and coffee before we decided to head upstairs to bed. Andy stopped abruptly when we reached the staircase.

“I’ll be up in a minute, Zoey. I need to talk to my aunt,” Andy said as he twirled a lock of my hair around his finger.

“Sure, I’ll go upstairs and get ready for bed then.”

He shook his head. “Oh no, you won’t. I want you naked when I get up there,” he whispered in my ear. He gave me a tender kiss on the cheek, then turned and left me standing at the bottom of the stairs with my mouth gaping open.

After my brain began functioning again, I went to his room and freshened up in the bathroom while I waited for him. I found my iPod and shuffled my playlist, so I didn’t have to worry about finding something to listen to on my own. I turned off all the lights except the bathroom light, stripped off my clothes as he’d requested, and slid under the covers.

Once I was comfortable, I thought back to all the photos in the hallway and Andy’s wish to have kids by the time he was thirty. He was in my life now and I wanted to marry him, but I wanted to wait a bit longer than what he did for kids. I understood his reasons for wanting them by age thirty, but I needed to prepare myself mentally for sharing him. I felt like I was being selfish for wanting him all to myself.

We knew we wanted to get married someday, but we’d only been together for a little over eight months. He had brought it up a few times since Jess and Noah’s wedding, and we agreed that it just felt
right
with us. Did we really need to wait to get married? Neither of us wanted a big wedding; only close friends and family.

I had so many thoughts running through my head. Could we get married soon and talk about kids after a year or so? Yep, we definitely needed to have a serious talk. It had been a long week and I was exhausted. My eyelids were heavy, so I closed my eyes for a minute.

I woke up to Andy, once again, untangling my earbud cords from my hair. He carefully pulled them from my ears, shut off my iPod, and set it on the nightstand.

“Andy?” I whispered. He turned back to me and looked me in the eyes, waiting for me to speak. “Let’s get married.”

His mouth dropped open in surprise. “Where did that come from, Zoey?” He crawled into bed next to me, already stripped of his clothes.

I nestled up to him. “I’m serious, Andy. Marry me? We can do it as soon as we can get our family and friends together, maybe even do it here. Do you think Hamish and Sarah would let us?” I asked, stifling a yawn.

He rose up on his elbow and brushed my hair behind my ear. “Hey, slow down. Where is all this coming from?” he asked, and I could see a little bit of panic on his face. “I think we should talk about this when you’re not half asleep, alright?”

My heart thumped in my chest, and I was starting to worry at his lack of the word
yes
. “Did you change your mind?” I asked hesitantly.

He shook his head. “That’s not what I’m saying, at all. Let’s just talk about this another time, definitely not when we’re lying here naked, okay? I can’t concentrate.”

My heart sank at his avoidance of the subject. Why didn’t he want to talk about this? I sat up, pulling the sheet around me to cover my body. “No way, I’m wide awake now. Why are you avoiding the subject? Do you not want to marry me?”

He sat up quickly and pulled me in between his legs, so my back was against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me, resting his cheek against mine. “Hey, that’s not what’s going on here. Zoey, I want to marry you more than anything I’ve ever wanted. Can you
please
trust me on this for now? I promise we will talk about it tomorrow. It’s been a long day and all I can think about is picking up where we left off a while ago.”

I could feel his erection on my lower back. “Yes, I can
feel
it,” I laughed. “Why are you so horny all of a sudden?”

He slid around me, and I fell back onto the bed as he settled himself between my thighs, his cock resting against me, so all he had to do was push his hips forward to slide inside me. His fingers lazily stroked between my legs, making me wet and anxious for him.

“It’s not all of a sudden. I want you every second of every day. I’m not sure what you’re doing, but I swear you’re getting more beautiful by the day,” he said. “Your body is amazing.”

I rolled my hips upward, letting him know I wanted him. He pushed himself inside me and pulled out slowly, then kissed my neck and across my collarbone.

“So perfect,” he groaned, then flicked my nipple with his tongue.

“Oh, God,” I whispered when my body tightened around him. I clawed my nails down his back. He groaned as he thrust his hips forward and buried himself inside me.

He rotated his hips in a slow circular motion, grinding against me, making me orgasm. “Mmm, Andy,” I moaned as my body trembled and constricted around him.

Not stopping his motion, he continued pulling out and slamming back into me, harder each time, until we both came together. Andy collapsed on me, resting his head in the crook of my neck.