Her legs squeezed his hips, she bit his tongue, telling him she was close.
When her muscles tensed, her nails dug into the back of his neck, her body opened more for him.
He knew she was coming. She didn’t have to say a word.
He was slamming into her, moving the table and following with it to not lose their bond.
Their kiss ended, his forehead on her shoulder as if he was in pain as he grunted out his release.
She was inhaling and exhaling with him. A fine sheen of sweat covered her back.
“My abs hurt,” she said.
He picked her up and walked to the bathroom with her legs still around his waist.
“Make a mess in here,” he said, pulling out.
“The old responsible dad is back,” she said.
He walked out and shut the door to her laughter.
“I thinkI’m going to buy a house,” he said, biting into his sub. They were in his bed, but not naked.
Jocelyn had one of his T-shirts on and he was in his underwear, but they had the covers on them.
“Really?” she asked. “Because of Maverick?”
“Yeah. This place is too small. He needs room to run.”
He’d seen that at Thanksgiving with his son running in the backyard after his nap, kicking a ball around that Jim had found in the garage.
Or playing hide and seek with Jocelyn and Elise before dinner.
“I think he’d enjoy that. He did like running around the yard. I know he enjoys playing outside at daycare. It’s still warm enough to be out there with just a jacket.”
“They told me he liked it,” he said.
“Do you know where you’re going to look?”
“Not yet,” he said. “I need to get financing in order. That could take months.”
“Are you afraid that is going to be an issue?” she asked. “With the pub and everything?”
“I worry. It’s only been a year and though the pub is turning a profit and I’m getting an income there, along with my fireman’s salary, I shouldn’t have a problem.”
“Which means nothing,” she said.
“I don’t have a lot to put down,” he said. “Or what I’ve got, I’m not sure I want to drain with the whole twenty percent most banks want without personal mortgage insurance.”
Legal fees coming up. He was scheduled to get in and see Baylee next week. Not that he was looking forward to that, but if he could see her and get her to sign the custody papers, a lot of his stress and worries would go away. Maybe a house was more a dream than a reality right now.
“I understand,” she said. “I’ve thought about a house at some point. It’s just more work than I want.”
“It will be a lot of work,” he said. “Just added to what I’ve got, but I’m trying to do what is right. I don’t want him to grow up in a small apartment like I did.”
She finished chewing her sandwich and turned to look at him. “Stop trying to compare everything between the two of you. You turned out great. You have a healthy appreciation for hard work that some who were given more might not.”
“You appreciate hard work,” he said. “And we know you had a lot.”
