I look down at her, waiting for an answer, but I don’t get one. Instead, I get to watch her pupils expand and feel her squirm against me.
Damn it, sleep! She needs sleep.
With all the willpower I have, I pull back enough that we’re no longer pressed together before I press a kiss to her cheek.
“Get in the bed like a good girl,” I whisper in her ear and watch her shiver, though I’m unsure if it’s from my words or the feel of my breath against her ear.
I watch, waiting to see what she decides.
If she’s tired, we go to bed, but if she really wants to play, I’ll never say no.
It takes her a minute before she finally decides to behave, rolling over and crawling up the bed. I reach out and pull the covers down for her before reaching back to yank my shirt over my head, letting it fall to the ground at my feet.
“Well, that’s not fair. Now I’m regretting my choice.” She’s already tucked under the covers looking adorable, and I swear I’d give her anything she asked for, but there’s always later.
Right now, I can see how tired she is, even if she might be horny too. Nothing wrong with both, but I want more than just to fuck Kat.
I want to take care of her in every way, from putting a bullet in the head of anyone who dares put her in danger to telling mydick to get lost so that we can cuddle up and get her some much-needed sleep.
Whatever she needs.
Things have been surprisingly normal the last week since DeshandledCarter.
It’s strange; I’d thought I would be more put off now, with the threat of them being found out looming over our heads, but I’m not.
With Carter and Trevor both gone, I feel like I can breathe again, and I’m not sure why exactly, but I really do believe Vince that they know what they’re doing.
The snow continues to fall, and I’m pretty sure I’ve got a bug, but that doesn’t stop Addy and me from spending most of our days outside before we come in for hot cocoa. The same hot cocoa that Oli made me last week—I’d made him teach me how to make it because it was so good I needed it more often than I was comfortable begging him for it.
“You two are going to turn into mini marshmallows with how many you put in those cups.”
Addy falls into a fit of giggles as Nathan scoops her up out of the chair and presses a kiss to her temple before dropping onto the stool she’d just occupied.
Without missing a beat, she goes back to her cocoa and marshmallows as if we aren’t even here.
“How was work?” I ask because even after weeks, he makes me feel giddy and nervous.
“Boring.” According to Des and Alex, Nathan had been a bit of a workaholic, well, always, and while I saw a bit of that in the beginning, it’s definitely changed.
They’re all home as often as they can be, which is great but also makes me feel bad.
“What’s that look for?” He tucks a finger under my chin and lifts my head until our eyes meet.
I didn’t even realize I’d looked away.
“I, um,” It’s on the tip of my tongue to lie. To tell him nothing’s wrong, but something tells me he won’t accept that.
I lick my lips and take a deep breath, finding comfort in the warmth of the mug in my hands.
“I feel bad.”
He cocks a brow at my admission but doesn’t say anything, and I know he’s waiting for an explanation.
“It’s just that you all have so much to do, and I’m constantly getting in the way of it.”
He releases me, standing and placing Addy back on her stool before pulling me up into his arms. I just barely register fast enough to release my mug before I’m standing chest to chest with him. He spins us around and sets me on the counter, moving to stand between my legs.
I struggle to breathe as I look up at him towering over me, feeling him pressed against me.
