Twenty minutes later…
The sneaky, son of a bitch!
I dropped the paperwork on the coffee table and stalked upstairs to our room, letting myself in and finding Doom walking out of the bathroom. “You’re fucking loaded?” I snapped.
He chuckled. “Yep.”
“You have more money than I do.”
“I have morecashthan you do. Your assets exceed mine by almost a million with your house, but yeah, we’re pretty equal in that regard.”
“Why do you live…here?” I demanded, then realized I sounded like I was insulting his home, which wasn’t nice. “I mean, not that it’s not a nice place and I’m so grateful for the safe space to be.”
He grinned. “Baby, it’s okay. I get it. Women want a home to settle in. I had that, but when it was ripped away from me, I couldn’t go back, so I packed it up and sold it. I kept a few things I couldn’t part with at Dad’s, but sold everything else and threw everything into stocks and bonds. Rabbit’s a fuckin’ genius with that kind of shit, so my money’s tripled a few times over. Not to mention, Jen’s life insurance that paid double because it was an accident. My business does well and since my dues cover my room here, and I really didn’t need more than a bed and place to eat, everything I needed was here, so here I stayed. I have no overhead, so I have next to no expenses. My bike’s paid for, and if I need to drive something else, I’ve got a couple loaners at the shop.”
“I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t want to sound like it was about money, because I really don’t care what you make. I love all of you, no matter what. It’s just all the crap I went through trying to keep Melody’s exes from taking her for everything she has was a nightmare, and I swore prenups would be airtight and signed before any of us got married. Jaxon signed his without any issue, so I don’t know why I would have thought you’d be a dick about it.”
“Probably because you thought I didn’t own a home and didn’t have a pot to piss in, so there was a possibility, no matter how much we loved each other, that it could go bad, and then everything you’d worked so hard for would be ripped away.” He stroked my cheek. “Much like when you were just starting out as a young woman and the chance of having a family of your own was ripped away in an instant.”
I blinked back tears. “How do you know how to put all of my feelings into words?”
He chuckled. “I’m the Lyric whisperer.”
“God, I love you.”
“Love you too.”
“You gonna marry me?”
“You haven’t asked me.”
He grinned, leaning down to kiss me. “If I ask you properly, are you going to say yes?”
“You better make it fast because I want a proper wedding before I start showing.” I tugged on the towel, releasing the knot. “For now, though, you’re going to do more of what you did this morning.”
Lyric
“OH MY GOD, Lincoln, why the hell didn’t you start with, ‘my dad’s coming for dinner’?” I admonished as we were laying in bed after he’d given me three mind-blowing orgasms.
“Because then this wouldn’t have happened.”
“Well, you’re right about that,” I grumbled, scrambling off the bed. “What am I going to wear?”
“Wear the silver dress you wore to girls’ night.”
I rolled my eyes. “That’s a little dressy.”
“Easy access to your pussy, though.”
“Oh my god, if you try to get at my pussy while your dad is here, I’m going to smack you.” I stepped into his closet. “I think I may have an old chastity belt in here somewhere.”
Doom laughed and leaned against the doorframe as I rummaged through my clothes.
“Wear what’s comfortable.”
“I need to go shopping.”
“We can do that this week.”
