The supper Tobias makes for my homecoming is absolutely perfect, and the company is even better. There's nothing quite like a home-cooked meal with the people I love most in this world. I don't even mind the huge mess the kids leave under our large farmhouse table, although I do momentarily wonder if Tessa or Teagan either one got any in their mouths with the amount of food that's in their booster seats. I don't remember Tyler ever being this messy. While I clean up the kitchen, Tobias takes the kids into the living room and plays with them until I finish then we all cuddle together on the couch with popcorn and lemonade to watch the movie Tyler picked out, Despicable Me. I have to say it's a big hit with everyone. I just love hearing my children's delighted laughter fill the room. It's definitely the highlight of my day so far.
"Time for bed," Tobias announces as the final credits end.
"Ah, do we have to?" Tyler pouts.
"'Tay up!" Tessa says, her little hands folded under her chin, begging.
"Peas!" Teagan pleads, finishing her sisters thought. This is the time of the night that all three of them want the exact same thing … to not go to bed. It's hard telling them no when they each look up at me with big puppy dog eyes but I'm getting better at it every day.
"Nope," I say. "Come on. Let's go upstairs." I pick up Tessa, and Tobias gets Teagan then we slowly follow Tyler as he trudges up the stairs. "Get ready for bed, buddy. Daddy and I will be in to tuck you in once we get your sisters in bed."
"Okay," he mumbles then turns and mopes down the hallway to his room. I shake my head and roll my eyes at his back.
"Come on, girls," Tobias says.
"I not seepy," Tessa whines, her head resting on my shoulder. She picks up a strand of my hair and plays with it while I carry her into the nursery. Tobias and I have talked about putting her in her own room in a toddler bed but I'm not in any hurry for her to grow up, and as long as she's content in her crib, I'm fine with it. I change her into a fresh training diaper and clean princess pajamas while Tobias rocks Teagan. When I finish, I sit in the vacant rocker, and Tobias gets Teagan ready for bed. After a couple minutes, I recognize the steady rise and fall of Tessa's chest and know that she's asleep. So much for not being sleepy. Tobias and I each kiss her head before I put her down for the night.
"I'm going to check on Tyler," I say as I kiss Teagan's head.
"I'll join you in a moment," Tobias says as he manages to get her into her PJs without waking her.
"Okay." I walk down the hallway and into Tyler's room. He's lying in the middle of his bed frowning at the ceiling, but he smiles when he sees me.
"Where's Daddy?" he asks, looking over my shoulder. Tobias has been putting a lot of extra hours in lately getting everything ready for initiation and overseeing the restoration of a neighboring building for aging Dauntless members, and Tyler is noticing his absences more and more.
"He's right behind me," I say as I sit on the edge of his bed. "I'm glad you had a good time with him this morning."
"I did," he says, his tired eyes lighting up. "I like going to the training room with him."
"I like that, too," Tobias says as he walks into the room. "We'll go again soon."
"Promise?" he asks, looking up at his father with hopeful pleading on his face.
"I promise, buddy," he says. "We'll go one night after supper just you and me and let Mommy and your sisters have a girl's night."
"Okay," he says with a sleepy smile and then he yawns widely.
"Sleep tight," I say as I give him a goodnight kiss. "Daddy and I love you."
"To the moon and back?" he asks.
"To the moon and back," Tobias says.
"I love you, too," he says, first giving me and then Tobias a hug.
"Sweet dreams, Tyler," I say as I turn on his campfire nightlight before shutting off his bedside lamp.
"'Night," he says then rolls over facing the wall. Tobias and I walk hand-in-hand back to our bedroom, and he snakes his arms around my waist and kisses my temple.
"Are you sure you still want to go out tonight?" he asks, nuzzling my neck. "You look exhausted. We could take the baby monitor up to the deck and lie under the stars." I turn in his arms and look up at him, torn.
"You're right, I am tired, but I've been looking forward to this night for weeks plus it's too late to call Avery and cancel," I say. "Are we going far?"
"We're not leaving the compound," he says. Good. That means I won't have to jump on and off a train. As tired as I am I might trip and fall underneath it.
"Okay," I say. "I'm going to clean up, and I'll meet you downstairs." We give each other a tender kiss then he moves to leave me alone. "I love you, Four." He stops, turns, and smiles a heart-stopping smile.
"I love you, too, Six," he says with a wink. "I'll be waiting."
I pad into the bathroom and strip out of my dirty work clothes then step into our luxurious shower. I turn the multiple invigorating body jets on and let the stress of the past few days circle down the drain. My routine is unrushed as I scrub and buff every inch of my body. After I finish, I quickly apply a thin layer of coconut oil lotion. Feeling a bit naughty, I forgo a bra and panties and feel invigorated as I slip into the new black sundress with a bold abstract pattern and flirty asymmetrical hem that I bought especially for tonight then step into a pair of black 3-inch t-strap heels that will drive Tobias crazy. I shake my head as I think about him and his slightly irrational shoe fetish. I dry my hair and style it in loose curls that cascade over my shoulders then put on minimal makeup. I think about jewelry beyond my wedding rings, but I remember the conversation I had with Christina. She told me fancy shoes and jewelry would only take away from the star, which is the dress. I probably take longer than I should getting ready, but I want tonight to be special. Tobias is standing in the kitchen talking to Avery when I descend the stairs. When he glances my direction, he stops midsentence, and his mouth falls open. Avery turns, confused, then smiles at me.
"Nice dress, Tris," she says.
"Thank you," I say. "And thanks for agreeing to watch the kids for us. We thought about asking Gavin, but we didn't want to have to hurry home." Avery's younger brother has been babysitting for us since he turned 14, and he's a natural with the kids just like she is. It's nice to have another Parrish helping us out.
"It's my pleasure," she says. "I just wish I was available a little sooner so I could have seen them while they were still awake."
"They didn't want to go to bed as it is," I say. "If they would have seen you, they never would've gone down."
"You're right," she says with a chuckle. Tobias looks at his watch, and I notice that he's freshly showered and dressed in a form-fitting, dark gray henley and body-hugging black jeans that fit him perfectly. When I raise my eyes to his, he smirks. He knows that I'm appreciating his perfect form. My tongue darts out of my mouth and wets my suddenly parched lips, and he chokes on a laugh.
"We better go," he says, his voice gravelly with desire. I feel heat rise up into my cheeks, and I wonder if Avery can feel the sudden, thick sexual tension.
"Yeah," I say as I take his hand. "Thanks again, Avery."
"I didn't have anything else to do since Callen is working late this week," she says. "Have a good time."
"Thanks," I say then Tobias says, "Call if you need anything. We're not leaving the compound."
"Okay, bye," she says.
"Bye," Tobias and I say in unison.
"Where are we going?" I ask as he holds the door open for me. I step out into the hallway, and he secures the door behind us and tests it to make sure it's locked.
"It's a surprise, love," he says.
"I meant to ask earlier, where was Bridget when I came home? Did you give her the day off?"
"Just the afternoon," he says. "I worked a few hours this morning after dropping Tyler off. So how was your meeting?"
"You really want to talk about my meeting?" I ask.
"I'm just making conversation," he says, a mischievous spark in his eye.
"What you're doing is driving me crazy," I say. He puts his hand on the small of my back and lowers his mouth to my ear.
"Would I do that?" he seductively asks. I clench every muscle in my lower body, trying to control the ache I have for him and second guess my decision to not wear underwear.
"I know you would," I say.
"You're right," he says with an easy smile. "Business can wait." He pulls me into an unfamiliar hallway and pushes me up against the cold, stone wall. His mouth crashes into mine as he wraps one arm around my waist, pulling me close to his hard body and fists his other hand in my hair, holding me in place so his tongue can repeatedly breach my parted lips. He grinds his hips into mine, and I feel his strong desire.
"Oh, God," I moan when he pulls his mouth from mine. It's been a while since I've felt a kiss so animalistic and primal, and I love it.
"You look spectacular," he pants against my lips. "This dress is really something else and those shoes. Damn." I feel the silky material inching up my thigh.
"I'm not wearing any underwear," I whisper. He freezes then a wicked grin unfurls on his face.
"Naughty girl. Planning on getting some tonight, Mrs. Eaton?" he asks.
"You bet your life, Mr. Eaton," I say. "You better take me where we are going before I take you right here in this hallway." He stands before me astounded with his mouth hanging open. This time I smirk and kiss him soundly then capture his bottom lip between my teeth and nibble gently before tugging on it. A growl escapes his throat but is quickly swallowed by my mouth when his aggressive lips once again find mine.
"Get a room," someone mutters disgustedly as they walk by and we both start laughing.
"I guess I got carried away," he breathlessly says, our bodies still pressed up against one another.
"We got carried away," I say, caressing his face. "I love you."
"I love you, too," he says. "Come on." He releases me then leads me down the steep path in comfortable silence, my hand in his. When he guides me into the closed cafeteria, I can't hide my surprise. This is totally unexpected.
"What are we doing here?" I ask.
"You'll see," he says. He leads me through the maze of empty tables to the shiny metallic kitchen doors. He swings one open and walks over the threshold, pulling me along behind him. There, in the middle of the sterile industrial kitchen, much out of place, sits a single round table covered with a crisp white tablecloth flanked by two chairs covered in matching material. In the center of the table surrounded by lit black cherry votives dripping black wax on the white linen sits a simple crystal slimline vase with three long-stem roses unlike any I've ever seen before. I step closer, studying them carefully and notice that each petal has shades of both red and a color so dark it appears nearly black but in the dim light I can't be sure. What I do know is that they're gorgeous. He pulls out the chair closest to us and says, "Have a seat, love."
"Thank you, baby," I say as I smooth my skirt down and sit.
"I had those made especially for you," he says when he sees me eyeing the delicate buds in front of me. My eyes fly to his.
"What?" I ask then I reach out and touch one of the dewy petals, thinking they must be artificial but they're not. "How?"
"Gunner put me in contact with a horticultural specialist from Amity," he says. "I explained that I was looking for a flower as rare and beautiful as my wife. After showing me a few specimens that didn't quite live up to my expectations he asked if I wanted to design a one of a kind flower for my one of a kind wife, and this is what we came up with. Its name is The Beatrice." I gasp. "The red symbolizes a passionate love and the black a deep devotion. I named it after you because I passionately love you more than anything, and I'm deeply devoted to you for the rest of my life."
"You made a flower and named it after me?" I say, emotion thick in my voice as tears gather in my eyes. God, how did he get to be so damn romantic? "I … we … you," I stammer, unable to gather my thoughts as he kneels before me.
"I love you," he says as he gently wipes a tear off the apple of my cheek with the rough pad of his calloused thumb. "I wanted to do something special to mark the day you jumped into my life, something you wouldn't expect. Do you like them?" He's still unsure of my reactions even three years later. I nod, still unable to speak then pull his mouth to mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him passionately, possessively but also adoringly. He drags his lips from mine, panting heavily and stares into my eyes, my desire reflecting back at me.
"Thank you," I say. "They're beautiful and unusual. They're absolutely perfect, Tobias."
"Just like you," he says. He stands and goes to the oversized refrigerator used to hold the food for the faction and comes back to the table with three scrumptious-looking desserts lining a single rectangular serving dish I've only seen used for holidays and special events.
"What's this?" I ask as he sets it on the table in front of me.
"I had the chef throw a little something sweet together for us this evening," he says.
"He outdid himself," I say. "They look delicious."
"This first one is a chocolate champagne cake with strawberry cheesecake filling and white chocolate champagne buttercream frosting," he says pointing to the individual cake furthest from me. He then points at the center dessert. "This one is a milk chocolate cake with a salted caramel filling covered with a dark chocolate ganache and chocolate shavings." My stomach growls and he smirks. "This last one is a golden cake soaked in espresso with an amaretto mascarpone frosting. Chef called it a tiramisu cake."
"I don't know where to begin," I say staring at the plate. "They all look so good." Tobias drags his chair until it's next to mine then sits down. He picks up the dessert fork and digs into the chocolate decadence in the center. He lifts the fork to my lips. I open my mouth and he places it on my tongue. I wrap my lips around the tines, not taking my eyes off his, and he slowly removes the utensil. An involuntary moan escapes my mouth as I taste the delicacy for the first time and my eyes flutter closed.
"Holy hell," I murmur almost inaudibly. "I've never tasted anything so good in my entire life." I open my eyes and pick up my fork. I sink it into the tiramisu cake and hold it up in front of Tobias. "Open up, baby." It goes on like this, taking turns feeding each other small bites of the delectable desserts until crumbs and frosting smears are the only thing remaining on the plate. I set my fork down and lean back in the chair, deliciously satisfied. "That was wonderful."
"I have to admit, it was even better than I thought it would be," he says. "I think our chefs have been holding out on us."
"I agree. I'm not sure regular old chocolate cake will do from now on," I say with a chuckle. Tobias gets up and holds his hand out to me. "Are you going to take me home now?" I coyly ask as I place my hand in his. He helps me to my feet and pulls me straight into his arms.
"Are you in a hurry to get to bed, Mrs. Eaton?" he asks, an innocent yet sexy expression on his handsome face.
I nod then say, "Yes, but not to sleep, Mr. Eaton. I can't wait to feel you inside me." I pull his smiling lips to mine and slip my tongue into his mouth and stroke it against his, tasting an intoxicating mixture of rich chocolate, salted caramel, strong expresso, fresh strawberries, and almond. Our breathing becomes labored and my heart starts to pound heavily in my chest then he growls as the kiss deepens. I feel his hands all over my back as I move mine up and into his hair. I sigh when he kisses his way down my neck.
"I'm not taking you home yet," he pants against my sensitive ear. A shiver runs down my spine as goosebumps raise on my bare skin. "You honestly can't think this is all I have planned for our anniversary."
"You made me roses, Tobias, and planned this luscious dessert tasting. That is more than enough," I say.
"Oh, there's more," he promises as his forehead touches mine.
"You spoil me, baby," I say. His smiling face turns serious.
"I don't ever want you to doubt how much I love you, Beatrice Grace Eaton," he says. I love how his tongue seductively strokes my name, but his words concern me. "I know I've been extremely busy lately and you're probably feeling a bit neglected, but I've made certain that tonight will be perfect for us."
"Do you really think I've ever doubted how you feel about me? I may not always understand but I've never doubted," I say. "Joining Dauntless was the best decision I ever made because it lead me to the love of my life; it led me to you." I caress his cheeks and give him a soft kiss. "We may have our ups and downs, but I will always love you, Tobias Eaton. Nothing will ever change that."
"It's nice to hear once in a while," he says. I stare up into his darkening eyes and he's right. For as much as we love each other, and we do, sometimes life just gets in the way, and we don't take time for us.
"I love you," I say.
"I love you, too," he says. "Come on." He grasps my hand in his and leads me out into the dimly lit cafeteria then onto the mostly empty Pit floor. I'm getting used to the deserted feeling the night before the Choosing Ceremony. Most everyone is at home preparing for the big day. I'm still trying to figure out where we're going when he leads me to a familiar hallway.
"Seriously?" I ask. He nods as he stops in front of the locked door.
"We've neglected our lists for far too long, don't you think, love?" he asks, looking at me over his shoulder as he takes a single key out of his pocket. He unlocks the door then steps aside and ushers me into the transfer's dormitory with just a touch to the small of my back. I slowly walk to the center of the room and circle my old bunk, which has been fitted with what looks to be black satin sheets, never taking my eyes off the sexiest man in the city, and the usual forbidden feeling of having him in this room surfaces. I can't help but see my instructor instead of my husband.
"Why are we here?" I ask, my voice tremulous. He gives me a sexy smile I feel between my thighs then I watch as he transforms into Four right before my eyes and a shiver of anticipation moves up my spine. I suddenly know his game. He once told me that Four would rock my world and tonight must be the night. He pushes himself off the wall where he's casually leaning and stands in front of me, looking very much like he did the day we met, cold and off putting.
"I thought I would only have trouble with the Candor asking too many questions," he flatly says, although I see a mischievous sparkle in his eye. I know him entirely too well for him to completely change in front of me. "Now I have a Stiff, too? Watch yourself." I think that's almost word-for-word what he said to me in the cafeteria that first day after the thought of being careful around him evaporated.
"Yes, Four," I say, leaving my eyes on his even though I want to tear them away … badly. He runs his hand along the dual straps of my dress, leaving a trail of heat below his fingertips then he drops his eyes to my body.
"This isn't regulation gear, initiate," he says. "I think it needs to come off." I know I'm expected to take off my dress and when he makes no move to help me, I reach behind me, grab the zipper, and slowly lower it. I return my arms to their original position then reach up and slide the straps off my shoulders, causing the garment to sail to the ground and pool at my feet then I kick it to the side. His sharp intake of air tells me that the sight of my totally naked body, except for the stiletto heels surprises him. He very slowly circles me like a hungry, feral animal stalking its vulnerable prey, his eyes studying every inch of my bare form. I only realize that he stops when I feel his labored breath on the back of my shoulder. "Do you often go without underwear?" When I hesitate, he puts his lips against my ear and says, "Answer me."
"Only on special occasions," I say a little breathily.
"I think this may be cause for punishment," he says. Punishment? I feel his hands land lightly on my hips then splay out on my flat tummy. My breathing hitches when one hand moves up to cover my breast and the other lowers to my womanhood. I close my eyes and take a deep breath as he searches through my moist folds and finds my throbbing nubbin. He circles it with a featherlike touch as he shapes and reshapes the breast he's holding. I stifle a moan when he quickly sweeps my golden tresses over one shoulder and kisses the base of my skull up the back of my neck to my ear, tracing it with his tongue. My breath becomes shallow and unsteady and my body feels like it's overheating. I moan loudly as he sinks a single finger into my pulsating core. He slowly moves it back and forth for a time before adding a second digit. He presses the heel of his hand against my nubbin, and I call out from the sensation.
"Oh, God!" I toss my head back and rest it against his shoulder. "Please!" I plead as my hips sway in time with his probing fingers.
"Did I give you permission to speak, initiate?" he mutters against my ear as he picks up the speed. I sink my teeth into my full bottom lip to keep from calling out again, loving his game. I repeatedly buck against his hand as he delves deeper and deeper and he increases the pace even further, bringing me right to the edge again and again. A fine sheen of sweat covers my body as my legs began to quiver, and I pant loudly as he thrusts forcefully inside me, building my orgasm once again. I hold my breath and whimper in completion as he finally allows my body to find its relief. I clench and spasm around his still probing digits until he slows and finally stops.
He removes his fingers from between my thighs then turns me in his arms. His hungry lips crash into mine with an aggressive kiss and his impatient tongue eagerly invades my mouth. I feel him pushing me backwards until I'm pinned, motionless, helpless, between his large, firm, aroused body and the cold, unforgiving stone wall. He traps my hands in his at our sides, and then he manages to part my legs with his. He grinds his jean-clad, rigid flesh into me, and the rough friction against my extremely sensitive nubbin causes my body to frantically race toward a second release. He increases the pleasurable rhythm, and I rock against him just as fiercely.
"Look at me," he huskily pants, trying to catch his breath after he releases my mouth. I open my eyes, breathing heavily and look up at him. The unfamiliar yet erotic look on his face combined with the near torturous contact causes a wild eruption of pleasure to rocket from my throbbing bundle of nerves straight out in every direction.
"Oh, God! Oh! Oh! OH! GGOODD!" A scream of pure pleasure blasts forth from my lips, but he doesn't stop the tormenting grinding. "Shit shit shit shit SHIT!" I squeal, never taking my eyes from his as my body twitches and shudders. I honestly don't know how he's keeping from coming right now. His control is stellar tonight. I moan and whimper as my orgasm begins to recede, and he abruptly stops what he's doing, releases me, and steps away." We stare at one another as our heart rates return to normal. My eyes flicker to the hard bulge in his pants from his face, and I blush bright red from head to toe. There's a large wet spot covering his erection. Noticing my stare and new color, he looks down.
"What am I going to do with you?" he asks, his Four mask firmly in place. "You came on my pants. How am I supposed to continue wearing these? You better take them off." I try to move but my body is exhausted from the exertion. "Did you hear me, initiate? Now!" I scramble to his side and with trembling fingers begin to undress him. I grasp the hem of his fitted henley and lift it up and over his head then drop it to the floor. The sight of his perfect bare chest makes me itch to touch it so I reach out, but he catches my arm lightly around my wrist. "What am I going to do with you? You don't follow instructions very well. I'm not sure you're going to make it through initiation. I told you to take my pants off, and I'm still wearing them. Then you assume you can touch me. What makes you think I would allow that? Now … my pants." He releases my wrist, and I move my trembling fingertips to the button of his jeans. Knowing that most people shirk away from Four's powerful gaze, which is boring into me right now, I keep my eyes on his. I slide the button from its home and his steely control falls away for a split second as I lower the zipper over his impressive bulge. As he gathers himself, my tongue darts out of my mouth and wets my parched lips. I sink to my knees before him and take off his combat boots and socks then tug his jeans and boxer briefs down over his hips, freeing his arousal from the confines of its tight prison, leaving him gloriously naked before me.
"I think I like you on your knees. Open up." My jaw falls open as he wraps one hand around the back of my head and the other around the base of his full, throbbing erection then he guides it into my waiting mouth. I've never done this without using my hands, but something tells me Four wants them planted firmly at my side so that's where they stay. I use my tongue and lips as he delves deeper with each rhythmic thrust of his hips. He tries to control each movement but soon he's frantically moving in and out of my mouth. I sense he's going to come at any second, so I suck harder with each stroke, and it doesn't take long before he stills at the back of my mouth and empties himself down my throat. When he finishes, he pulls himself from my mouth. He tenderly runs his knuckles down the side of my face in a very caring gesture that contradicts the hard mask he's wearing.
"You are very good at that. We might have to do that again later but right now I need to be inside you. Get on your tummy on your bunk." I expect him to help me to my feet but instead he turns and walks away so I manage on my own. When I reach my old bunk, I pull the pillow off and lay down as he instructs. I realize that I'm nervous about what he has planned, and he must sense this. He sits down on the edge of my mattress and gently runs his hand from my shoulder down my back then over my behind. Soon I feel his fingers dancing over my aching bundle of nerves, and I feel his breath on the side of my face. As I begin to squirm, I look up at him. "I think you're ready now." He adjusts his body but doesn't remove his fingers. He spreads my legs wide then I feel his body push me down into the mattress. He finally moves his fingers and places himself at my heated entrance and drives his hardness into my softness in one aggressive, powerful thrust, and I cry out when we are one. He very slowly, teasingly rotates his hips first to the right and then to the left, and I moan loudly. He kisses the back of my neck as his hands cover mine and lace our fingers together. He circles his hips one final time then begins a punishing rhythm.
"Uh! … Uh! … Oh! … God! … Uh! … Uh! … So … good! … Uh! … Uh!" I close my eyes and surrender to the rhythm, to his will, to this game, to this spectacular feeling. I push back against each one of his demanding thrusts, and it isn't long before I feel the stirrings of yet another amazing release. I let him lead me up and up, closer and closer to nirvana. He knows my body and exactly what to do to get it to respond. He's hammering in and out of me at a frenzied pace when pleasure so overwhelming ripples through my body, causing tears to flood my eyes. He grunts lowly in my ear as he finds his own release then collapses on top of me. He tenderly kisses the back of my neck while we let our breathing return to normal then he gently pulls out of me, leverages himself up on his arms so I can roll over, then lies down between my outstretched legs, resting his head on my bare chest. I glide my fingertips up and down his back, tracing his tattoo while we rest.
When he lifts his head from my breasts, I look down at him. I wasn't sure who to expect but I'm thankful to see my caring husband's bright, loving eyes staring back at me. As fun as our little game was … and it was, Four is excellent in bed … I missed the emotional connection we always have when we make love. As great as it was, it felt like it was just sex; and Tobias and I have never merely just had sex. We've always made love no matter how rough or what kind of naughty games we were playing.
"You're awfully quiet, love," he tentatively says. "Are you all right? Did I go too far? I thought you would like it. Talk to me, please."
"Hey," I say as I reach out and touch his face, "why all the worry? I'm more than all right. I loved every single minute of tonight."
"Why the tears then?" he asks as he wipes the remaining moisture off my cheek.
"I really don't know," I say. "That was one of the most overwhelming orgasms I've ever had. It brought tears to my eyes. That's all." He grins his cocky grin then his face turns somber.
"But you got so quiet."
"I was just thinking about my initiation," I say. "I have to say this is hands down the best time I've ever had in this room."
"I aim to please, Mrs. Eaton," he says.
"You certainly do, Mr. Eaton, or should I say Four."
"No, not Four anymore," he softly says. "I hope I wasn't too rough."
"Just rough enough, baby," I say, "but it was odd never seeing any emotion on your face. I didn't really like that part."
"Why do you think you had your back to me most of the time?" he says. "It was too hard to maintain the facade when I was that close to you. I love you and it was difficult not to show you that when I was making love to you." I totally understand what he's saying.
"Four may have rocked my world tonight but you rock my world every single day, Tobias Eaton," I say. He climbs up my body and stares down at me. "Perhaps my loving husband would like to rock my world right now."
"I thought you'd never ask," he says as his lips land on mine.
