“Oh.”
Just while I’m here.
That’s what I said.
I was only meant to stay for as long as the threat still stood, and since it’s gone…
“You belong here,” Dean swallows as he brings his eyes back, “With me. With her.”
My voice is lost somewhere beneath the lump lodged in my throat.
“You don’t need to decide now, Sloane, but that’s where I stand. You know how I feel, that won’t change. But you do belong here with us. You always have.”
“I don’t want to leave,” I manage to get out.
“Then don’t,” He grins down at me.
“And what, we just play happy family?”
“There’s no reason to play when it isn’t a game.”
“Okay,” I breathe.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” His mouth is on mine in the next second, startling Lily in my arms enough that she snatches away from the bottle to let out a cry. But Dean plucks her up, bouncing her. “You hear that, Lily Flower. We get to keep her.”
“Uh, Dean,” I cringe, “Maybe don’t bounce her, she hasn’t been–”
Lily spits up all down the front of his shirt, the likely still warm milk soaking it through.
“Burped.” I finish my sentence and get up to take her, cleaning her up with the muslin cloth I had on the arm of the couch.
“I’m going to go shower,” He grumbles, taking himself and his vomit soaked shirt out of the room. I can’t help but giggle after him, but once Lily is clean and settled again, she falls asleep, so I head up. The sound of the shower traveling out of the crack of the door to Dean’s bedroom. Once I have Lily down for her nap, I sneak into his bedroom, crossing over to the bathroom where he’s left that door wide open.
Water sluices down his toned body, running in rivers through the valleys of his muscles. Not sure I’ll ever tire of looking at him.
“Don’t just look, Sloane,” His voice is barely loud enough to sound over the running water, but I hear him, “Get in.”
“Is this what it’ll be like?” I laugh as I pull my shirt over my head and move to the button of my pants.
“What?”
Once I’m undressed, I climb into the shower, the water hot as it cascades over us both.
I run my hands up his hard abdominals, reveling in the way they jump and twitch under my touch. “Needy.”
His hand slips between my legs to cup me. “With you, it’s never enough.”
“Promises, promises,” My eyes roll back as he teases his middle finger at my entrance, not penetrating, but the pressure he applies is enough to make my knees shake.
“If we’re in the business of promises, Butterfly,” Dean purrs against my ear, using his body to shield me from the water, “If I promise to make you scream until you cry my name and beg for more, will you promise to move all your things into my room?”
“What?” I gasp as he slides that finger inside.
“Did you not hear me, baby?” His teeth graze the lobe of my ear.
“I—your room?”
