And I wouldn’t trade it for the fucking world.
Time ceased to exist as we stood together, wound up in one another, healing the wounds we’d each inflicted on each other and ourselves. We had a slew of issues to unpack. Serious issues. But I knew we’d get there. We were both too damn stubborn not to.
I gasped as he picked me up.
“Hayden…”
“Shut up. My back is fine. I’m fine. Yes, I still have some pain. But the surgeon Angel and Priest found did some crazy shit with cement. And I’m as strong as I ever was. As I’ve proven over the last few days, tossing you around in the bed like I did before the accident.”
I zipped my lips shut like I was a kid, letting the man show off. Plus, I kinda liked that he tossed me like a caber when he was in a mood.
“Wanna curl up and watch a movie until Marcie calls?”
“If she calls,” he grumbled, sitting down on the couch with me in his lap.
I wiggled us around so that one of his legs stretched out along the back cushions and the other hung over the front with his foot planted firmly on the floor. I wedged myself in the vee between his thighs, my back to his chest, and his long arms wrapped around me.
The problem he imploded our relationship over clearly wasn’t an issue anymore since his dick pressed into the small of my back. I looked at him over my shoulder, a smirk on my lips and a brow cocked. He huffed a laugh, pressing a kiss to my lips.
I settled my head on his chest, picking the conversation back up.
“I think she’ll call. Although I’m not sure we handled things right with her.”
“What do you mean? How else should we have handled things?”
“You’re such a bull in a china shop.”
“Like this is the first time I’ve heard that. Explain.”
“I just don’t know if coming at her, both of us at the same time, like we did, was the right move. That’s all I’m saying.”
“Vato, we’re both attracted to her. We both want her, and we want her to be a third in a mutual relationship. It’s best to start as we intend to live.”
“Yeah. You’re right. I just…”
“Worry?”
“Shut up.”
His lips pressed against the side of my head, his arms squeezing me to him, pulling even deeper into his embrace.
“I wouldn’t have you any other way, cariño. You are perfection personified.”
I rarely blushed. I could count on one hand the number of times it had happened in my thirty-seven years that didn’t have to do with Hayden Marin. The heat began on my chest, blooming upward to my neck and face until it took up residence in my cheeks.
Hayden chuckled. I punched the leg that hung off the couch. He reached for the remote.
“So, movie?”
“Yes, but no rom-com, bullshit.”
Hayden leaned away to look at me and said, “When the fuck have I ever even suggested a damn rom-com?”
“I don’t know. You’re spouting a lot of sickly sweet nothings since we got back together. I figured your tastes had changed to match your new lovey-dovey attitude.”
“Humph. You know what assume means, right?” he asked, flicking through the channels, pulling up an action movie we both liked.
I bit my lip at the choice. It didn’t escape my notice that he chose one of the bloodiest films he could find.
