“Yeah,” she breathed as we approached the truck. “Game on.”
I watched while she opened Imogen’s door and gave my daughter a kiss on the head while Imogen gleefully shrieked,“Rara!” Then I opened the passenger door and gave Rosie’s juicy ass a soft squeeze as I helped her up.
Rosie flashed me a look, followed by a smirk, like we had our own language—which I guess we did to a certain extent. Some days, I could get drunk just off the way she smiled at me, and she knew it. I never hid it; didn’t need to. Rosie had shown me time and again that I could trust her.
It wasn’t lost on me how hard I was falling for this woman, and it also wasn’t lost on me how I didn’t have one fuck to give about it.
I’d gone a long time drifting from one situationship to the next, but nobody had touched my soul except Rosie. Everything about her appealed to me. The way she looked, the way she spoke. How much she loved her kids (and mine). I even loved the little things, like her smile, her scent, and the way she moved.
There was no denying how my cock wept for her, but for the first time in my life, it wasn’t a union based on sex. What we had was deeper, based on friendship and respect.
My only regret was that I hadn’t seen it sooner.
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“Go get Prez,”Atlas bellowed, his hands on his hips as he stared up at the crazy little fucker on Cash’s roof. “Wilder! Get your ass down!”
The kid just stuck his tongue out at the SAA and wiggled his ass from side to side.
I rolled my lips together to stop myself from laughing out loud.
The new prospect, Cub, disappeared into the house like his ass had been set alight, though I couldn’t blame him. He was meant to be keeping an eye on the hellions, so how Wilder Stone got on the roof was anyone’s guess.
“He’s a feral little fucker,” Bowie muttered from beside me. “Dunno how he hasn’t landed himself a stay in hospital ‘cause by my reckonin’, he should have broken half the bones in his body. But nope, not Wilder, he comes out of every sitch unscathed.”
Atlas’s voice rose again as I watched Cash and Cara race from the house into the garden. “Where have you been? You can’t expect us to keep an eye on your hellion. He’s fuckin’ deranged.”
Cara pointed up at the roof. “Jesus! He’ll break his neck if he falls.”
“Doubtful,” Bowie hissed from the side of his mouth.
“Dad!” Wilder yelled from the roof, balancing on the edge of the tiles while carefully stepping across them like a tightrope walker, and cackling like a little devil child. “Look at me! If I had a rope, I could swing like Tarzan!” Wilder stopped balancing and looked down at all the brothers and kids below him. Then he started beating his chest and let out a fucking Tarzan cry.
I busted out a laugh just as Cash boomed, “Prospect! Get him down. Now!”
Cub appeared from the garage with a goddamned ladder under his arm and shouted, “On it, Prez.” He balanced the ladder against the side of the house, tested that it was secure, and then slowly started to climb. Halfway up, he hesitated and looked back down at us over his shoulder. “Prez. Don’t make me go up there. I’m scared of heights.”
Cash’s jaw visibly tightened as Cara stomped closer and yelled, “If you don’t climb up and get my boy, you won’t get patched in. Now stop being a whiny prick, go up on the roof, andgrab my son.”
I saw Cub’s Adam’s apple bob before he turned his head and slowly ascended the ladder.
Rosie wandered over with a glass of wine in one hand and a bottle of Shamrock beer in the other, which she handed to me.
Taking it from her, I leaned down and kissed her cheek before my stare went back to the roof to see Cub at the top of the ladder. “Come on, Wilder,” he called out.
The kid turned around so his back faced the prospect and started to wiggle his little ass in Cub’s face, all the while cackling with laughter.
“Wilder!” Cara shouted. “Get down now, or else.”
The little shit must’ve recognized the thread of steel in his mother’s tone because he stilled mid-wiggle, got down, and shimmied his ass across the roof toward the prospect, who made a grab for him and caught onto one of his legs.
Wilder cackled again and kicked out, laughing, clipping Cub’s head with his foot.
“Fuck!” the prospect bellowed, wobbling on the ladder.
I heard a collective gasp from everybody on the ground.
“Sorry!” Wilder shouted.
