A laugh escapes me before I can stop it. Honey’s eyes narrow.
“Is that funny to you?”
“Baby, there is no ‘me and Sarah.’” I shake my head. “Never has been.”
She looks confused. “But they said?—”
“I was attracted to Sarah. I was interested in her.” I reach over and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “But it wasn’t meant to be. She’s with someone else now, and I’m over it.”
“You are?”
“Yeah.” I brush my thumb across her cheek. “Because I’m into you.”
Her cheeks flush crimson, and she bites her lip. “Oh.”
“Yeah, baby. Oh.” I can’t help but grin at the look on her face.
I reach over, snake my arm behind her back, and drag her into my lap again. This time when our eyes meet, there’s no mistaking the heat I see there. I cup the back of her neck and pull her mouth to mine.
She melts against me with a soft sigh, her lips parting as my tongue slides against hers. She tastes like the White Claw she had at the clubhouse earlier, and something sweeter that’s all mine. My hand fists in her hair, angling her head to deepen the kiss. When she moans into my mouth, my cock stirs to life.
I want to take my time with her. Want to lay her out and worship every inch of her body until she’s begging for release. But not here. Not with her kids sleeping in the backseat.
I pull back, both of us breathing hard. “Let’s get your boys inside.”
Her cheeks turn pink, and she nods.
“Give me your keys.” I pat her hip. “Don’t move.”
I slide out from under her and jog around to the front door of her house. The lock sticks a little, but eventually the door swings open.
I hustle back to the truck and help Honey down, dropping another kiss on her lips before going to the back door. I ease it open, careful not to wake the boys. Tommy doesn’t stir as I lift him into my arms.
Standing back, I wait while Honey gathers Jackson against her chest, and we head inside together.
The second I step through the door, my lips turn down. The place is in bad shape. Honey’s done an admirable job making this dump feel like a home, but it’s still putting lipstick on a pig. The walls need paint, there are water stains on the ceiling, and I can see cracks running along the baseboards.
“Caleb,” Honey whispers, pointing to a door off the hallway. “That’s Tommy’s room.”
Carrying her sleeping boy into his bedroom, I lay him down on the air mattress. As I straighten, I glance around his room. It’s nearly empty except for the makeshift bed and a single cardboard box in the corner with “Tommy” scrawled on the side in black marker.
The thoughts running through my head are crazy—absurd. This place is a shithole. Nowhere is good enough for Honey and her boys.
Heaving a heavy sigh, I make up my mind right here and now.
Honey and her boys are going to be mine, and there’s no way in hell I’m letting them stay in this dump. Somehow, some way, I’m going to get them into my place where I can keep them safe, where nothing and nobody can ever make her cry again.
Honey tiptoes into the room. She aims that sweet smile that goes right to my dick at me before leaning over her son and pressing a kiss to his forehead.
Fuck.
“Jackson’s all tucked in in his room,” she whispers, straightening up. There’s exhaustion written all over her face, but there’s something else there, too.
Want?
Need, maybe?
Before I can put a name to it, she grabs hold of my hand and drags me behind her out of Tommy’s room, and quietly closes the door behind us.
