Rating the Book Boyfriend (Book Boyfriend Builders)

28. Libby

CHAPTER 28

Libby

T he tiny sparkles of light wink at me from the Rockefeller Center tree magnet that I’ve placed at eye level on my refrigerator. Memories of our trip to New York flood my mind, but my reverie is broken by a ping from my phone.

I smile when I see a message from the BBB group text.

JoJo: Happy New Year’s Eve, ladies. I need a new kink. I feel like I’ve worn out the old ones.

Gemma: I wore out my favorite vibrator last week.

Libby: Thank you for that completely irrelevant tidbit, Gem. What kind of kink are we talking here, Jo? Personal life or book kinks?

JoJo: I’m doing quite well with my personal kinks, TYVM. It’s for a book.

Ava: Ok, don’t judge me, but I read a book recently where the guy liked fucking her feet. Or is that more of a fetish?

Gemma: I think that’s a fetish. You always surprise me with your reading choices, Ava. Absolutely no judgment though. You do you, boo.

Ava: I read a holiday romance about an elf last week. Who knew pointy ears could be so hot?

Libby: Since we’re not being judgy, I read one at Easter about a Cadbury Creme Egg that hatched a very well-hung Easter Bunny.

JoJo: I feel as though there’s a cream joke in there somewhere, but I can’t quite place it.

Libby: Oh there were plenty in the book. It wasn’t very good, but it made me laugh.

Gemma: Since it was Easter-themed, please tell me there was a penis-related “he is risen” line.

Libby: I can confirm.

JoJo: Can we get back to the kinks?

Gemma: I’ve got one that’s literally pure gold… golden shower.

JoJo: No.

Gemma: Brown shower?

Ava: Oooh, I know someone who knows someone who dated a guy that had a glass table fetish.

Libby: WTF is that?

Ava: Where he lies beneath a glass table and the woman lays on top and… relieves herself.

JoJo: FFS, no bodily waste whatsoever. I can’t bring myself to write about peeing or dropping a deuce in a sexual manner.

Gemma: Can we go back to the fact that Ava “knows someone who knows someone who dated a guy?” Sounds a lot like “asking for a friend.”

Ava: I can assure you that is not my thing. I couldn’t even bring myself to pee in the toilet in front of Zach, and we were married.

JoJo: Hellooooo? Control your ADD brains and help me with kinks.

Ava: Pacifier play.

JoJo: Is that like that baby/mommy thing Gemma was talking about in Colorado?

Ava: No, the penis is the pacifier.

JoJo: Ah, gotcha. I’ll look it up and do some research.

Libby: You could do breeding kink. Kinda hot when he’s so obsessed that all he can think about is putting a baby in her.

JoJo: Another good possibility. This guy is kinda stalker-y, so it might work.

Gemma: Role play could be really fun. An endless supply of options.

Libby: In the same thread, he could have a clothing kink. Like he insists she wear fishnet stockings and garter belts. I dated a guy like that once. I broke up with him when he wanted me to sleep in fucking stockings.

JoJo: Adding it to the list. Lots of different ways that could go. Maybe he only wants her to wear satin panties or the color blue.

Gemma: Orrrrr…

Gemma: The color gold.

JoJo: I’m out.

Libby: Hope y’all have a Happy New Year!

Ava: You too.

Gemma: HNY

I’m cackling out loud when I hear a knock on my front door.

“Hey, handsome,” I say when I open the door and find Riggs standing there in his graphite-gray sweater. With one hand stuffed casually into the pocket of his black pants, he looks like a damn model. Well, technically, he is.

“Happy New Year’s Eve,” he says, holding out the yellow roses he has in his other hand.

“Riggs, you’ve got to stop spoiling me.”

“Nope.” He presses a firm kiss on my lips. “It’s my right as a book boyfriend to do what-the-fuck-ever I want.”

My grin is so big it almost hurts my face as I take the flowers and lead him into the kitchen. “Well, thank you. It’s sweet of you, but you didn’t have to. You bought me so many clothes for Christmas.”

“This looks cute on you, by the way,” he says, taking in the slim navy pants and yellow sweater with blue and yellow trim around the V-neck. Soft brown Sperry loafers complete the look. “Very yacht-like.”

“Are we really going on a yacht tonight?” I ask, putting the flowers in a glass vase and adding water.

“Yep. I’m thinking of buying it, and I want you to help me decide.”

I blink rapidly and shake my head. “I don’t know anything about yachts, Riggs. I’ve never even been to a party on a boat.”

His smile is soft as he winds a lock of my hair around his index finger. “I know, but I’m not buying this to be a party vessel. It’s mainly just for us to enjoy, so I want you to let me know if you like it.”

“Just for us?” I question, unsure if I’ve heard him correctly.

“During our first meeting, we talked about what would make us happy, and you said you wanted to be out on a boat with your computer so you could write. Words and water, remember?”

Curling my arms around his waist, I bury my face in his neck and inhale his fresh scent. He smells like expensive sunshine.

“I remember. I can’t believe you do though.”

His arms tighten around me, binding me to his hard body. “I remember everything about you, Libby-girl. Everything.”

Dear god, I am so fucking in love with this big, beautiful man. I only hope that maybe one day he’ll feel the same.

“What do you think?” Riggs asks.

“It’s beautiful,” I assure him. “I love all the wood and recessed lighting inside. It’s fancy without being opulent, if that makes sense. Makes it feel cozy.”

“That was my thought as well. It’s big but not obnoxiously so, which is what I like about it. I want you to be comfortable here.” He wraps an arm around my shoulders as we stand on the deck and look around. He anchored the boat about a mile offshore before giving me the tour. “It can be a place for just the two of us.”

“I’m a fan of the master bedroom,” I tell him with a coy smile, and he cops a feel of my boob and squeezes.

“You’re going to be even more of a fan once we christen it tonight.”

“Make it good, and I’ll write yacht sex into my next book,” I promise.

Riggs chuckles. “Challenge accepted, Miss Hill. Now let’s have dinner while the sun sets.”

“This has been the perfect night,” I sigh, cuddling into Riggs. We’re sharing a luxurious lounge bed on the upper deck, simply enjoying the sounds of the water lapping against the sides of the boat.

We’d had a divine dinner of seared scallops and roasted vegetables as we watched the sun descend until it was gone. Then we’d cruised around for a few hours with me sitting on Riggs’s lap. He even let me take the helm and work the controls for a while, and I managed not to run into anything, which was pretty easy, given that we were on open water.

He rolls toward me and presses his palm against my cheek. “I’m feeling so fucking lucky right now.”

“Why?”

“Because this is your idea of a perfect New Year’s Eve night. No wild parties or fancy restaurants. Just you and me out here on the water together.”

I smile and turn my head a little to kiss his palm. “I can’t think of anything more romantic.”

Riggs leans up on one elbow, his thumb tracing my cheekbone as he looms over me. “You mean so much to me, Libby. I know it’s only been a little over two months, but I can’t ever imagine being with anyone else.”

“Me neither,” I say, my voice scraping up my throat with a soft rasp.

“You’ve become my everything. My sunrise and my sunset.”

“That seems like a lot of pressure, being both,” I say, and he chuckles.

“And yet you do it so effortlessly. You’re my sunrise because you bring light to every day. And you’re my sunset because you make me feel secure in knowing I’ll get to see the sun again tomorrow. You give me hope, Libby, and…”

He pauses as the sound of fireworks begins in the distance. And then, as the old year bleeds into the new, Riggs finishes his statement.

“I love you, Liberty Hill. I’m so goddamn in love with you, I can’t see straight.”

As the fireworks sparkle in the sky, I feel like my heart is bursting with the same vibrance and light. He loves me? He freaking loves me? My eyelids are heavy with tears that want to escape.

“Riggs, I… I’ve never been happier than I am with you.” His lips crook up into a smile that makes it difficult for me to breathe. I suck in a deep breath and sink my fingers into his hair as I exhale. “I love you too.”

It wasn’t nearly as poetic an expression of love as his sunrise/sunset analogy, but he doesn’t seem to mind my simple words. His lips crash into mine, and we share the happiest kiss in the history of love.

His soft laugh dusts across my lips. “I can’t even kiss you properly because I can’t stop smiling.”

“Same,” I say against the curve of his mouth as his hand lowers to my hip and drags me beneath him. My legs automatically wrap around his waist, and the feel of the man I love on top of me makes me blissfully dizzy.

We make out to the soundtrack of lapping water and fireworks, and I’m positive my heart has never been so full.

Eventually, we end up naked on the lounge bed, and Riggs rolls back on top of me. The chilly bite of the night air is warded off by his big, warm body covering mine.

“If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up,” I whisper as he notches the head of his erection against my center.

“This is real, Liberty. The realest thing I’ve ever had.” And he slides in deep, his hands buried in my hair. “This is love.”

His blue eyes are darker than usual, lit only by the intermittent kaleidoscope flashes in the air above us. My eyes feel swollen with tears, and one escapes as Riggs begins to move.

“Am I hurting you?” he asks, brow furrowing with concern.

“No, you’re loving me,” I reply, lifting my head to press a kiss to his firm lips. “You’re mine.”

“I love when you steal my book-boyfriend lines,” he whispers, rolling his hips to tunnel impossibly deeper inside me, and I smile.

I don’t think I ever smiled during sex before I met Riggs. It was always a mixed mass of concentration and striving for pleasure. But with the man currently on top of me, sex is effortless, like it’s something made especially for us to do.

“Do you want me to tell you to shut the fuck up and take this pussy like a good boy?”

His responding grin is so motherfucking cocky, I almost come on the spot. “I’m pretty sure I’m already taking this pussy exactly how she needs to be taken,” he growls.

Yeah, the man can growl out filth like a champ. I’m talking Olympic gold-medal worthy rasps that have me tightening around him.

“Ahhh, that’s my good girl,” he croons. “Come for me. Come for the man who loves you more than all the stars in the sky and all the fish in the sea.”

That mixture of dirty and incredibly sweet pushes me over the brink of need and directly into a soul-bending orgasm.

“Riggs!” I call to the night sky.

“Yes, baby. Let me feel you squeeze around me. Show me how I make you feel, Libby.”

And I do. I come undone in his arms, digging my heels into his butt as he continues to pump into me, thrusting through my orgasm with long, slow strokes that extend the climax way beyond what should be humanly possible. I cry out his name over and over while he makes love to me, out on the water we both love with the twinkling stars our only witnesses.

A few minutes later, we find our final releases together with our lips melded and our hearts fused.

Riggs Romero loves me. And I love him. And life can’t get any better than this.

We sit naked on the huge bed in the bedroom—or the cabin , as Riggs informed me. I’ve also learned that the kitchen is the galley , and the bathroom is the head . And yes, I made blow job jokes when he told me that.

“I can’t believe you made me a diploma from Book Boyfriend University,” he says, staring at the official-looking document with a huge grin on his face. “And I graduated summa cum laude.”

“Only the highest honors for my man,” I tell him, leaning forward for a kiss.

“Are you going to do this for all your clients?”

I nod. “I think so. It’s a cute idea. But you’re the only one who will be receiving a report card.”

He glances at the ivory cardstock resting on the nightstand and chuckles that low, deep laugh that never fails to tighten my nipples to hard points. “Probably a good idea since you included some very naughty and… inventive categories.”

“You’re also the only one that will be getting these,” I sing, pulling a clear plastic bag from the drawer.

Riggs’s eyes light up, and his voice goes an octave higher in excitement. “I get gold stars?”

“Yep,” I say, popping the P, pulling out a huge metallic star and affixing it to his chest, directly over his heart. “This is my favorite part of you.”

A mischievous grin rips across his face as he reclines and lifts his hips, waggling his magnificent dick at me. “And what’s your second-favorite part, Libby-girl?”

For the next thirty minutes we laugh and kiss as we cover each other with shiny gold stars. “I can’t believe you put fifteen of them on my ass,” I say with a giggle once we’ve emptied the bag.

Riggs pulls me into his arms and gives me a light swat on the butt. “You, my dear, have a fifteen-star ass. Highly recommend.”

“I’m glad you added me to your cart,” I tell him cheekily, and he thumbs the star over my left nipple.

“I’m buying this yacht,” he says suddenly.

“Okay,” I say, my heart swelling with happiness.

“This is the first place we said those three little words to each other, so I guess I’m buying the memory for us.”

“That’s sweet, Riggs. If I had another star, I would put it on your chest.”

He plasters our sparkle-covered bodies together and kisses the tip of my nose. “I want to spend my days with you out here on the water. I can do paperwork and marketing for the marina, and you can write to your heart’s content.”

“Words and water,” I say dreamily, and Riggs gently holds the side of my face, his blue eyes shining with adoration.

“Words and water,” he repeats. “And love, Libby-girl. Always love.”