Ian was pissed. He had to learn through his mother that Angelove went to Bali with a client for a few days, possibly more. Thankfully, Greg was always available to babysit, but it'd already been a few days since he'd seen Angie in person. “I just miss you, Ange,” he said, wishing he could pull her through the phone. “I know, baby, but the money was too good to pass up,” Angelove said apologetically.

Though Ian worked within the syndicate, he didn't make as much as Angelove did as a companion. He hoped once he officially became his Uncle Nate's second, his substantial bump in pay would convince Angelove to retire. “Ange…I’ve been thinking…maybe we could just do a little courthouse thing for now then have a big wedding once I'm a ring holder. Just to make it official, yeah?” “We don't have to rush things. We'll be married before you know it. Are you making your rounds tonight?” She asked, changing the subject. Ian sighed, “No, I'm not feeling it. Tammy's here with me at the beach house. We just got back in from surfing and she might spend the night after we fuck, I don't know.”

“You should ask her to,” Angelove encouraged. “It might help with the mood you've been in.”

“Maybe.” “I have to go, baby, but I'll call you again when I can. Love you.”

“I love you too.” “Was that Angie?” Tammy asked, entering the room just as Ian hung up the phone.

“Yeah.”

“Still mad she went to Bali?” “It's not that. Maybe…I don't know. I just thought we'd be married by now and having more kids.” Tammy kissed his lips softly. “Don't stress about it, okay? It'll all work out.” “Thanks, Tam.” Ian kissed her before picking her up and carrying her to the bed. “Can you stay the night?”

“Yeah, but I have to work early tomorrow, so don't fuck me too rough.”

“I'll try not to,” he promised. Ian tossed Tammy onto the bed with a grin that didn’t quite hide the frustration still simmering under his skin. She bounced once, laughing, her damp bikini top clinging to her chest, salt still drying on her shoulders.

“You’re such a liar,” she teased, propping herself on her elbow. “You’re definitely gonna ruin me.” He didn’t answer with words. Just slid his fingers under the sides of her bikini bottoms and tugged them loose in one smooth pull. Tammy bit her lip, eyes darkening as she quickly removed her top and tossed it aside.

Ian lowered himself slowly, kissing from her collarbone down between her breasts, lingering just long enough to feel her gasp.

“Spread your legs for me.” She did, no hesitation, thighs falling open as he settled between them. He wasn't teasing for now. His mouth found her clit like he was starving for it, licking slow and heavy before sucking gently. Tammy’s fingers twisted in his hair. “Fuck, Ian…”

He hummed against her, sliding two fingers inside without warning. He worked her like that until her thighs started shaking and she was grinding against his face, chasing it. Then he pulled back, just enough to make her whine. “Ian, don’t be a dick!”

He chuckled low, climbing back up her body. “Not stopping. Just want you to come on my cock tonight.” He toed off his sneakers and socks before shoving his shorts down and kicking them off.

“Condom?” she asked, breathless.

“Nightstand.”

“Not that we'll need it, but better safe than sorry.” She twisted, grabbing one, tearing it open with her teeth while he watched, jaw tight. She rolled it down him slowly, teasing, then laid back and pulled him down by the neck.

“Come here,” she whispered. He pushed in with one deep thrust, groaning at how tight and hot she was around him.

“God, you’re so fucking deep,” she panted.

He leaned down, mouth against her ear. “You feel so good, Tam. So fucking good.”

He fucked her harder, one hand sliding between them to rub her clit. Tammy cried out, cumming hard around him.

Ian didn’t finish himself - didn’t need to. Bringing her to climax, feeling her come undone beneath him, had been more than enough. That was what satisfied him. For a long minute afterward they simply lay there, chests rising and falling together, skin slick with sweat, wrapped in the warm, heavy quiet of complete satisfaction.

Tammy laughed softly. “Still stressed?”

Ian huffed a laugh against her neck. “Little less.”

He rolled to the side, pulling her with him so she was tucked against his chest. “Call in sick tomorrow.”

“Tempting,” she murmured. “But someone doesn't have ring holder money to afford me for the whole day.”

He smirked, eyes half-closed. “Yet.”

She snorted. “Yet.”

Ian held her a little tighter than usual, trying not to think about Bali or courthouse weddings or how long “before you know it” actually was. For now, what he had was enough.

It had to be.