She peeks at me through her fingers as I follow after them, and even with just that little bit of her eye visible, I can see the lust that swirls in it.
We found Kat by accident, but I won’t allow her to slip through our fingers again. I don’t care who marries her; she’s mine, and I’m never letting her go.
I’ve never craved happiness and life the way I do with her. I’d lived, I’d survived, but things changed after what happened all those years ago. I thought I was broken. I loved my son, my nephew and niece, but the passion and drive for life weren’t what they used to be.
I hated that I let that bastard win, that he had some invisible upper hand, even if he didn't know it. I thought that was all lifewould ever be, but I see it differently now. With her, I see clearly for the first time in over twenty years.
Des lifts her off his shoulder, and she lets out an adorable little squeal that melts into a moan as he lowers her into the water.
“A hot tub, I should have known you had a hot tub,” she mumbles as she sinks down low enough that her mouth is under the water, too. I chuckle at her as I strip off my clothes. Nathan does the same, and I curse Des and his already naked ass.
And as we spend the next few hours alternating between fucking her and relaxing in the hot tub, I’m damn happy it’s here. This might just be my new favorite place to fuck her, other than the pool house, of course.
Coming back home is almost surreal and just slightly disappointing.
No, that's a lie; it’s very disappointing.
I might not have initially loved the idea of an expensive vacation, but Italy was on my bucket list. The beauty and history alone were enough to love it, but to know this is where these men I’m beginning to have very real feelings for come from is so wonderful.
It also makes me want to take one of those DNA tests that tell me where I come from, because saying 'Maine' feels even more lame now.
At least, when we have babies, they will be half-cool.
Woah!
Pause, rewind.
If we have babies.
If,not when.
Wow, that escalated quickly.
Pressing my hands to my face, I walk up the front steps and hope any redness on my cheeks will be misconstrued as being from the cold.
Yet another reason to be disappointed about being back.
I love looking at the snow.
I do not, in fact, like the cold, though.
But November means decorating for Christmas! I wonder if the guys will mind? Maybe I shouldn’t even ask right now. I mean, we did just get home from Italy.
I stop dead, my feet glued to the porch just outside the door.
“Whoa, what's wrong, Kat?” Alex asks, and I hear him come up behind me. I always know it's serious when he doesn’t call me Cherry. Which means he won’t accept me simply brushing this off.
I plaster a smile on my face and spin around to face him. “Nothing, I was just thinking about how amazing the house is going to look decked out in Christmas decorations.”
It’s not a lie; I had just been thinking about that, and it seems like the lesser of two evils, given the real reason for my minor freak-out was because, without realizing it, this has become my home.
Not just the house but them, us.
Any fakeness in my smile melts away at the thought, and when I look up at Alex, I almost melt when I find him smiling down at me with so much emotion in his eyes I fear I might just cry if I look at him for too long.
“Looks like we’ll have to make time soon for some tree shopping!” Des announces from near the car where he holds Addy, and she cheers in agreement.
“Wait, no, you all just missed a bunch of work. I’m sure you're going to be busy for a little while. There's no rush; it’s only just about to be November.” I rush to assure them. This is what I was afraid of.
