“Safety protocol didn’t stop my daughter from almost being abducted,” Trent muttered, voice dark.
I’d been expecting this. The break in his calm, cool exterior. I just expected it later tonight when we were alone.
“I know,” I murmured, settling a hand between his shoulder blades. “But it’s still shit they need to know.”
“If Travis hadn’t been there,” Trent whispered and looked up with wild eyes.
“I know, baby,” I murmured, pulling him in to wrap my arms around him. “They’re okay, though. They’re all okay.”
“Did you hear what she said?” His voice broke.
“Pretty sure it tattooed itself on my heart.”
“Mine too.” He agreed, wrapping his arms around me. “How is it she’s the one who almost got hurt and I’m the one falling apart?”
I smiled over his shoulder, staring toward the cabinets. Ivy had new ones installed last year. I still wondered what was wrong with the old ones.
“You aren’t falling apart, T. You’re just getting a glimpse at how well you love our kids.”
He pulled back just enough to see me. “You love them too. We all do.”
I half smiled. “Of course we do. But there’s something about your love, T. It hits different.”
He shook his head, and I grabbed his face to kiss him.
He relaxed against me, and I carded my hands through his hair while slipping him a little tongue. His edges seemed smoother when I pulled back, swiping my thumb along his lower lip.
“I’m making you some coffee,” I told him and turned to grab a pod out of the basket on the counter next to the fancy Nespresso machine.
If you asked me, these were just a marketing gimmick. And probably bad for the environment. Sure, these little pods wererecyclable, but how many people do you think actually recycled them? Not many. Wankers.
Besides, coffee in an old-fashioned pot tasted better. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. You could pry my Mr. Coffee out of my cold, dead hands. Though, you’d get it easier than my fries.
That being said, this stupid machine was nice for brewing a single cup. It was kinda late in the day for a whole pot.
After slipping the pod into the machine and hitting the button, I watched it begin to brew. Trent wrapped around me from behind, his body pressing me against the counter.
“I want you,” he rumbled beside my ear.
All the hair on my body stood on end. Jolts of desire shot through me like my nervous system was experiencing an electrical storm. Leaning into him, I reached around and slid my hand into the back pocket of his jeans.
“You have me.”
When he shifted, his hard dick stabbed against my ass. “What else am I supposed to do with all this pent-up emotion, baby? I need somewhere to put it.”
I arched against him. “Lucky for you, I have just the place.”
“I am lucky.”
I turned in his arms. “No, T. You deserve everything you have.”
He leaned in to kiss me, and I slipped away, grabbing his cup and going to the fridge for some creamer. When it was made the way he liked it, I handed it over.
“After we talk to the kids more, I think we need to involve the police.”
“Yeah. I think you’re right.”
“They’re going to want to talk to the kids. Get a description from them of this woman.”
