His hands drop to his sides. “Tell me that kiss sucked,” he whispers. “Because I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“Hayes, we need to go talk to the kids.” I move to go around, but he steps in front of me.
“You know how many times I’ve beat off, imagining where your hand was going before we were interrupted?”
Probably the same amount as me.
He takes my hand, running his palm down mine.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to memorize your hand so I can picture it wrapped around my dick later. Shit, you have some soft hands.”
“Ready!” Lincoln yells down the hallway.
Meanwhile, my cheeks are flushed, and my palm wants to become intimately acquainted with his dick. I too find myself wanting to know what my hand would look like wrapped around his shaft.
But no. We agreed.
I unwind my hand from his. “Let’s go.”
I slide by Hayes and walk down the stairs before I make a massive mistake and kiss him again.
Chapter
Thirty-Three
Hayes
* * *
It has been pure and utter torture since Easton interrupted us on the roof. All I can see every time I blink are Leighton’s swollen lips. All I can feel is her ass in my hands. All I can hear are her soft little moans. I’m in way over my head. I thought I could control my appetite for her—keep my shit together until she gives me the green light—but I’m starting to wonder.
I force myself to sit on the couch in the family room. “Did you hire a maid?”
“No, I did it myself.” She lights a candle on the table.
Everything looks meticulous. It’s the most put-together I’ve seen this house look.
“I take offense to that by the way.”
“She made us do stuff all day.” Monroe groans.
“Okay, guys,” Leighton says and sits next to me. She places her hand on my thigh. I have to think of something shitty before my dick joins our little party. “Hayes and I have some news.”
Lake’s eyes zoom in on Leighton’s hand on my thigh, and I straighten, pulling her hand off to hold it. “We were trying to keep it a secret, but during the court hearing, we had no choice but to tell the judge.”
They don’t say anything. Monroe is flicking her bee headband for National Bee Day. She’s dressed in yellow and black, and it’s cute as hell.
“Hayes and I are a couple. A romantically involved couple,” Leighton says.
“What does that mean?” Lincoln frowns.
“They, like, kiss and stuff,” Lake says.
“It’s like Mom and Dad, except we don’t live together, nor are we married. We are dating. He’s my boyfriend.”
“Hayes is going to be my uncle!” Lincoln screams and raises his fists in the air.
