His little mind had to be exhausted. The kid switched gears faster than a race car driver. Sometimes it was easier to just go with the flow rather than try to keep up. Instead of correcting him, Sloane patted his head prior to grabbing him a juice box out of the fridge. She must’ve stopped at the store on her way because Lord knew I didn’t have any kid-friendly drinks stocked up.
“Your nephew is a shameless flirt.” Waverly snaked an arm around my waist, cuddling into my side.
“Is he now?”
“He stole my heart, just like his uncle. They both did.”
“That’s good, baby, because it looks like they may be staying here with us for a little while.”
She turned her head and whispered, “What happened?”
As the dynamic duo jabbered incessantly to their mother about their backyard adventure, I quietly filled Waverly in. Saying it out loud was harder than listening to my sister tell it. The longer I talked, the more my blood boiled. Sloane might not like confrontation, but as her brother, it was my job to protect her and I was itching for a knockdown, drag out fight. It was time for Shawn O’Lachlan to learn there were certain lines you did not cross. Messing with my family was one of them.
I needed a distraction before I decided to hop a flight toIreland.
“Reagan.” Her head snapped up when I called out. “What were you saying about a dress show?”
It wasn’t exactly what I had planned for the evening; however, I couldn’t be mad about the turn of events. I still got to watch Waverly parade around in a variety of gorgeous, skin-revealing gowns, just with two seven-year-olds on my lap. By the time she tried on dress number three, the twins' ability to sit still vanished, which was good because I was running out of ways to keep my cock under control.
“Dis one.” Reagan beamed.
“I think she’s right,” Sloane agreed. “Finn?”
All eyes came to me, but I was rooted in place by the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen. Waverly had on a formfitting, dark-green dress, held up by thin spaghetti straps and ending a few inches above her knees. The shimmering material molded to her body, hugging her muscular thighs and slight curves. Everything about the gown accentuated her natural beauty, but it was the deep V down the center of her chest that had my feet finally moving.
“There are no words to describe how incredible you look.” Being wary of the tiny eyes in the room, I kissed her chastely on the lips.
Her eyes sparkled and a faint blush bloomed across her cheeks. “Thank you. I feel like a princess. I'm gonna have to dig out my thigh strap for my gun though. There’s only one place I’ll be able to put it without it being obvious.”
“Baby, if you want something hard between those sexy thighs, just wait for the kids to go to bed.” I winked as her blush deepened.
“Aunt Way?” Reagan approached cautiously. “Do you want to use my princess crown for da party?”
Waverly knelt down as far as she could in the tight dress, placing her hands flat on her thighs. When she smiled, my world tilted sideways. Seeing her with my niece reinforced what I already knew. She was right where she belonged…with me. There was only one thing left to do. I was going to make her my wife.
Special Agent Waverly O’Lachlan had a nice ring to it.
Ring. Feck, I needed one of those.
“I’d love to, sweet cheeks.”
Sloane sucked in a quick breath, drawing my attention. I followed her line of sight to the space between my niece and my love. We watched in awe as Reagan reached out, tentatively linking her pinkie with Waverly’s. Sprout was usually shy and slow to trust, yet she felt comfortable enough to offer her precious crown. The sight melted my heart.
“Her cheeks ain’t sweet.” Rogan grabbed his sister’s head with both hands, stuck his tongue out, and proceeded to lick her face from chin to temple. “See?”
“Eww,” she squealed, smacking his hands away. “Mama, Ro gave me his germs.”
Waverly quickly slid backward to avoid getting hit by Reagan’s flailing arms. She bit her bottom lip, trying to contain her amusement. Unlike her, I didn’t attempt to hide my laughter. I howled with it. These kids were a trip. I’d missed their antics.
“You’re not helping.” Sloane narrowed her eyes on me.
“Mama, she hit me.” Rogan stomped his feet, then added, “And I don’t hab germs.”
“Lord, save me. Tell your sister you’re sorry.”
“Why?” His little face scrunched up in confusion.
“Because we don’t lick people, Ro.”
