“Time to get to worshiping.” I gave her a sexy smirk and leisurely kissed my way down her body, covering as many inches of her creamy, soft skin as I went.
When I reached my destination, parted her folds, and took the first swipe of her sex, she screamed out my name.
“Bronson!”
She squirmed but I knew it wasn’t to get away. Lake pressed up with her hips and I took that as a sign that my girl wanted more.
And that was exactly what she got, but it was just the tip of the iceberg.
The worshiping would damn well take until the wee hours of the morning.
Chapter Twenty-Three
LAKE
I missed wakingup next to Bronson.
It had been a few weeks since I’d woken up with him wrapped around me. That one morning in his arms was all it took for me to become addicted. But he’d gone back to sleeping on the couch so as not to confuse Stormi. That, however, didn’t mean he wasn’t in my bed when she went to sleep, sneaking out before she ever got up.
Thank gosh my daughter slept hard or I’d be having serious withdrawals. I went from never thinking about sex to thinking about it all the time because of Bronson. Don’t get me wrong, I had the necessary lady toys hidden in my room, but that just wasn’t the same anymore.
Not when Bronson’s toys proved to be a hell of a lot better.
“Wipe that look off your face before you get us both in trouble,” the man of my desire said as he waltzed in the kitchen.
He walked up behind me, his strong arms winding around my waist and pressed his lips to the side of my neck just below my ear. “It is very hard to resist you, Cupcake.”
Was it crazy that my best friend was now my lover?
Lover was the wrong word. I mean sure we made love, had sex, or fucked like wild animals, it all depended on the mood, but Bronson was more.
He was the man I loved.
I just couldn’t tell him yet because I was too scared that the world we seemed to be building could still crumble to the ground.
“You’re pretty hard to resist yourself,” I murmured.
“Mom, is breakfast ready?” Stormi yelled as her little feet padded down the hall toward us.
I laughed. “Looks like we’ll both just have to resist each other.”
“Raincheck,” he said as he kissed the same spot once again before releasing me.
“Brat,” I mumbled. Bronson was beginning to find all the places that made me weak in the knees and he’d just laid his lips twice to one of those spots.
He threw his head back and laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Stormi asked, walking into the kitchen with us.
“Your mother, she’s pretty silly,” Bronson replied.
Stormi smiled. “She is silly, but she is also the best mom in the world because she let me change schools.”
I’d enrolled my daughter into the private school that Gemma taught at and a lot of our friends' kids attended. Sure it wasn’t as close to our house, but it was worth it when over the last couple weeks since she'd started, she had been so happy and thriving like never before.
And I never seemed to be doing anything on my own anymore. Bronson was always helping. We’d become a team when it came to the house, Stormi, and anything else.
Just like telling Bronson how I felt, I was nervous to put a label on my thoughts but…
