"Are you fucking kidding me?" she snarls, twisting around in her seat. "This is the goddamn getaway car?"
"The very same," I confirm, unable to help the smirk. "Sentimental value, I guess."
"I've been driving my baby around in the same vehicle you Blackwood psychopaths used to kidnap me?" She'spractically foaming at the mouth. "I'm going to murder your cousin in his sleep!"
Reese is shaking with laughter against me. "Oh my god, Penn is so dead."
"Penn knew exactly what he was doing," I say. "He's got a twisted sense of humor."
As Reagan launches into a full-blown rant about my cousin’s twisted sense of humor and what she's going to do to his dick when she gets home, I tune her out. I've heard enough of Reagan's creative threats over the years to know she'll cool down by the time she sees him. Besides, I've got something much more interesting to focus on.
I lean into the backseat, Reese still clinging to my side, and get a better look at little Rebel. She's grown since I saw her last week, her chubby cheeks even fuller, those eyes—just like her mom's and aunt's—wide and curious.
"Look at you, little bat girl," I coo, completely forgetting to be a hardass for a second.
She's decked out in this tiny pastel purple onesie covered in black bats. It's got this ridiculous little tutu attached and a matching headband with bat wings.
"Nice outfit," I say, reaching in to let her grab my finger with her tiny hand. "I'm surprised she doesn't have fishnet stockings to match her mother's."
Reagan pauses mid-rant to flip me off. "Fuck you, Ramsey."
I lean in and press a soft kiss to Rebel's forehead. She makes this gurgling sound that does weird shit to my chest.
"We'll catch up later, my little bat princess," I murmur, then close the car door.
Reagan stopped her tirade, staring at Reese and me with this weird expression. Her eyes move from where Reese is still wrapped around me to my face.
"It's still so fucking weird seeing you guys like…together together," she says, shaking her head. "After all the years of you being a creepy stalker."
"I wasn't a stalker," I protest.
"You absolutely were," Reese whispers in my ear, then nips at my earlobe.
My dick twitches.
Reagan narrows her eyes at me. "Don't fucking marry her unconscious, and don't knock her up, for fuck's sake," she warns, starting the SUV.
She backs out of the driveway, tires squealing slightly. I flip her off as she goes, and she returns the gesture through the windshield.
I walk us right through the front door, kicking it shut behind me before dropping both of us onto the couch. Reese still clings to me, but she shifts, adjusting herself so she’s straddling my lap. I feel her thighs flexing on either side of my hips, and I love when they do. My girl is strong as hell.
Her ass settles right against my cock, and I have to bite back a groan.
"So how was your day with Reagan and the kids?" I ask, trying to distract myself from how badly I want to rip her clothes off.
Reese shifts her weight, grinding against me slightly. The little tease knows exactly what she's doing.
"It was good," she says, her fingers playing with the collar of my shirt. "You should've seen Penn in the backyard.He was building this massive princess castle for Rebel, but kept insisting it needed to be—and I quote—'badass enough for a Blackwood.'"
I snort, my hands sliding up her thighs. "Let me guess, he's painting it black?"
"Yup." She shifts on my lap again, and fuck if I don't nearly groan. "Complete with a working drawbridge and these little turrets where he says she can 'rain down hell on her enemies.'"
"Jesus Christ." My cousin is fucking certifiable.
"He's fully embracing girl-dad life," she continues, her fingers now trailing down my chest. "Even said he's starting to teach Riot and Ransom some of his tricks of the trade. Says the twins need to be prepared to defend their sister’s honor when they're older."
I could laugh, but honestly it’s not that absurd, although I don’t think three-year-olds need to learn about castrating someone just yet. Thank fuck they have a semi-normal mother to hopefully put that off for a few more years.
