“You absolutely should have done it. She’s putting students in danger, and if Leah does get hurt because Melanie didn’t do her job, then she deserves to have the book thrown at her.”
Holt leans in to kiss me hard. My whimper gets swallowed by the swipe of his tongue. I’m addicted to the way this man makes me feel. Every touch and tease sends my body into overdrive. It doesn’t matter if he’s holding my hand or fucking me hard. He shows me how he feels with every action.
Little giggles interrupt our kisses. Holt sighs against my mouth, making me grin.
“Daddy, it sorta looked like you were eating G’s face,” Lauren says.
I can’t help it. I laugh. Hard. Holt follows suit, dropping his head to my shoulder as he chuckles.
When he finally gets a hold of himself, he turns to where the girls are sitting on the stairs. “Are you two monkeys ready for bed?”
They nod, prompting us to go through our regular bedtime routine. I’ve gotten so used to going through this ritual that the nights I’m not here have started to feel weird. We read another chapter in our book and tuck the girls into Leah’s bed.
“I love you, G,” Leah says sleepily.
“Me too.” Lauren nods, her gaze locked on mine.
My insides melt into a puddle. I never knew those words could mean so much until I heard them in their little voices. I swallow the lump in my throat. “I love you both. Very much.” Leaning forward, I press a kiss to each of their foreheads. “Goodnight, sweet girls.”
Once Holt and I get out to the hallway, I have to swipe under my eyes. “Fuck, they sure know how to yank at my heartstrings.”
Holt laughs, wrapping me in a warm hug. “They’re very good at that.”
“I really do love them, Holt. I’m so incredibly grateful you’re willing to let me be a part of your lives.”
He runs his thumbs under my eyes. “We’re the ones who are lucky you were willing to take on the three of us. Our lives are much better with you around.”
“Think you might want to keep eating my face?” I grin up at him.
I squeak out a startled noise when he throws me over his shoulder and carries me to his bedroom. He tosses me down on the bed and gives me a heated look. “How about I eat your pussy until you come on my face?”
“Fuck, Cowboy.”
He smirks, hovering over me with his hands on the waistband of my pants. “Is that a yes?”
“That’s a hell yes.”
Holt follows through, eating me out as if I’m his favorite meal of the day. I grip his hair, riding his face until I come just as hard as I always do. My toes curl into the comforter, my muscles quivering through every wave of ecstasy.
A cocky smirk is on his face when he lifts his head. His mouth glistens, and his hair is a mess from my fingers.He looks thoroughly debauched. And entirely too fucking hot to be real.
I curl my finger, beckoning him to come closer. Holt slowly makes his way up my body, pushing my T-shirt up along with him. He presses kisses to each exposed inch on my skin until he gets to my tits.
We work together to take the rest of our clothes off. My shirt goes first, his next, until the only thing either of us has on is our grins. God, the man is fun. How can he be destroying my body one second and making me want to laugh the next? It’s one of the many things I’ve fallen in love with over these past few months.
Holt hovers over me, his weight resting on his elbows as his fingers push my hair back from my face. “Hi.”
“Hi.” I bite my lip to keep from grinning like an idiot.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?”
“And you’re a charmer. I’m already naked in your bed. You don’t have to say that kind of stuff all the time anymore.”
“Hmm. But that’s where you’re wrong.” Holt runs his nose along my neck. “I do have to because otherwise, I might explode with wanting you.”
I lose all thought when he sucks the skin where my shoulder meets my neck. His calloused hand slides down my side, sending goosebumps along my flesh. He works my nipple between his fingers, turning it into a stiff peak, perfect for wrapping his mouth around and driving me crazy. He switches back and forth between my breasts. It’s a heady experience, not knowing if he’s going to be soft or rough with me. I can never decide which one I prefer most.
He reaches over to grab a condom from his nightstand. I open my mouth to tell him not to worry about it but decide that should probably be a conversation when we’re not ramped up on hormones.
