Page 24 of Running Into The Grump

She turned her head to look at me, a brow raised.

“You mean to tell me that when we fight, it’s quite possible that make-up sex looks like that?”

“I’m going to say yes.”

“We’re fighting a lot more,” she told me, before lunging at me, making me fall on my back, my arms locked around her.

“Oh, we huh?”

“Yes, we. I’m claiming you now, and there’s not a fucking thing you can do about it.”

“Is that a challenge?” I questioned, letting my hands roam down to her ass, hauling her up so she could feel him waking up again. Her eyes opened wide, but she licked her lips.

“If you plan on screwing me again, then there’s claims.”

I rolled us over, grinning as I looked down at her.

“There will be lots of sex, and kisses, and date nights. So, I guess we’re claiming each other,” I told her as I kissed her.

“I think I like the way that sounds. Now, show me what lots of sex looks like.”

I laughed, knowing that things with her wouldn’t be nearly as boring as I thought they could be.

The following Friday, I walked into the library, looking around the place. In the years that I’ve been gone, it hasn’t changed. Not that I thought it would, but a little something to spruce it up would be nice.

But my woman liked it here and I would dare take her away from it.

“You’re here,” she said as she saw me walk in. I glanced at the teenagers that were watching her.

“I couldn’t wait. Besides, the shop closed early and they kicked me out. Said to make the most of the Fall Fest since it was the last weekend.”

“Well, that was nice of them. I’m just about done here; you can wait for me.”

“Sure thing.” I grabbed her hand and hauled her against me, kissing her deeply.

Once the kiss broke, I grinned as I saw the blush on her face.

“You’re horrible,” she said, smacking my chest.

“Nope. I just gave the gossip mill that’s sitting in the corner with their next piece of gossip. Besides you know you like it.”

She rolled her eyes as she turned around and I slapped her ass, making her point her finger at me in warning.

“I’m older, Jackson, and will make you pay for that.”

“Honestly, Vixen, I can’t wait,” I teased, wiggling my eyebrows at her before I went to sit at her desk while she wrapped up her workday.

Forty minutes later, I took her hand as we walked into the Fest again.

“Shall we do the corn maze again?” I asked, making her roll her eyes.

“No. I’m never doing that crap again. I was freaking out on how to get out. Not to mention how often I ran into you.”

“Come on, that was part of the fun.”

“No,” she repeated before tugging me in a different direction. “I want a photo.”

“What? Why?”