“This isn’t the time to team up against me.”
“Why?” she presses. “It sounds like an amazing one to me.”
Dragging her hand back to my lips, I press another kiss to her skin but warn, “I’m petty, Daydream. We’re a team. I’d like us to stay that way.”
She watches me as I compress my lips to her flesh again and says dazedly, “You wouldn’t want me to get along with your family?”
“They’ll love you. But three of you on me, I might go visit that mob again and beg for them to off me.”
She laughs softly. “When do you leave?”
Dropping her hand, I slide mine between the seat and her body, scooping her up and forcing her thighs to straddle my lap.
Then I attack.
Tickling and extorting laughs from her throat as she tries to shove my hands away left and right.
I don’t stop until she’s begging for me to. Until she’s bowed over and trying to wrestle my fingers for some power to get me to cease hitting the spots that make her squirm and giggle.
“Alright,alright,” she pleads through fits of laughter. “When?”
“Tomorrow morning.” I stop tickling her and ground my palms on her hips to keep her on me. “I’ll drive us there.”
“And how long…are we staying?” She’s trying to catch her breath, and I love how she hasn’t tried to get off me.
“I was hoping until New Year’s. My sister and mother always make a huge dinner on New Year’s Eve. You being there might shave off a few years of them griping at me.”
“I dunno,” Meirna drawls. “I like the idea of you being harassed from time to time.”
I lift my shoulders. “That’s fine, Daydream. But when I get off the phone with them and I’m agitated, I’m fucking you until I feel better. Either way, I’m going to get something out of this one way or another.”
Meirna lifts her chin. “Ifwe’re still together.”
“Married or divorced is just a legal term. You being mine is a forever one.”
“And if Idon’twant to be yours?”
With my free hand, I reach for her chin, placing my fingers along her jawline, but don’t squeeze. “I’m not above kidnapping, as we well know. However, I’d like to do this the normal way.”
“Are you capable of such a feat?”
“Depends on whether you’re giving us a fair chance.”
“I am,” she says simply. “It’s just…a lot…fast.”
“I understand.”
Meirna presses her lips together, still keeping eye contact with me when she finally says, “Okay, I’ll go with you to Boston.”
Chapter 29
Meirna
I’m spending way too much time packing for Boston, picking out the perfect dresses to meet Bronte’s family, and giving myself a complex because I want to set a really good first impression.
Which iswild.
If you had asked me days ago if I’d be doing this, I’d tell you hell no. I would never agree to do anything related to Bronte and his life, but everything has changed.
