“Do you want me to take the kids down to the glass?” he asks me, and I shake my head.
“No, you should relax and enjoy the night off.” He nods as he walks into the suite and heads to say hello to the kids.
Lexi is the next to arrive and by the time Ariella gets there, we head down to the glass, where the kids each get a puck, and I get a wink from my man. It’s a good game with the Warriors winning four to two, so the mood back to the house is light. We even stop at the diner on the way home and Knox has to carry Nora into the house when she falls asleep in the back seat.
I walk in after everyone, closing the door and making sure the lights are off before walking upstairs. I stick my head in all the bedrooms, muttering a good night to them. Nora is fast asleep, Westley holds up his hand while on his stomach in the middle of his bed, and Vincent gives me a grunt from under his covers. I smile as I walk into the bedroom, seeing Knox coming out of the closet wearing his boxers. “Hi,” I say and he gives me a smile that still makes my stomach flutter.
I walk to him and put my hand on his chest. “Hi.” He puts his hands on my hips, bending to kiss my lips. “Did you check on everyone?” he teases.
“I did.” It is something I always do before going to bed, just to make sure everyone is okay.
“They leave for Josephine’s tomorrow instead of Monday,” he reminds me and I nod. He goes on his last away game of the season.
“I know, and you leave tomorrow afternoon,” I say sadly, hating when he leaves. “We should talk about something before you leave.” His eyebrows pinch together.
“About what?” he asks me with worry on his face.
“I think I’m going to rent out my apartment,” I say nervously. I’ve been wanting to have this conversation with him for a week, but every time I thought about bringing it up, I would chicken out.
“Really?” he remarks, not even trying to hide his smile. “Why?”
“Don’t even.” I push him away, but he grips me tighter and pulls me even closer to him. “I’m never, ever at home,” I explain, “even when you are on the road, I’m here. Half my clothes are here and every single time I come back from my place, I bring more stuff.”
“I know.” The smile on his whole face makes his eyes light up. “It’s glorious.”
“Is that so?” I question him and he nods before bending his head to kiss my neck. “We have to tell the kids.”
“Baby,” he says softly, “I think they think you already live here.” He laughs. “When was the last time they were here and you weren’t?”
“They know I still have my place,” I point out to him. “Nora and I had a sleepover there not too long ago.” He chuckles. “Well, it was supposed to be a Nora and me sleepover, until you guys crashed the party.”
“It’s not my fault the boys wanted to see where you lived.” I raise my eyebrows. “I don’t like sleeping without you.”
“Good to know.” I bend forward and kiss his neck as he takes me into his arms.
“So tomorrow,” he says softly, “at breakfast, we’ll tell the kids.”
“Sounds good.” He moves me backward from the bedroom door. “What are you doing?”
“Need to fuck you,” he says, closing the door softly.
“Knox,” I practically purr out his name as he lays me on the bed and quickly sheds my clothes. Forty-five minutes later, I’m climbing into bed after doing one more sweep of the bedrooms.
The next morning I feel the bed dip and then hear Nora’s voice. “Daddy,” she says, whispering but not really whispering, “I’m hungry.”
I open my eyes and look over at Nora, who is rubbing sleep from her eyes. “Can you make me pancakes?”
“Hmm,” Knox grumbles.
“I’ll go,” I offer, tossing the covers off me and getting up. “Are you the only one up?” I ask her and she shrugs as we walk to the bedroom door. The two of us walk down the stairs slowly. “Do you want some bacon with your pancakes?” I ask her and she nods her head, going to the couch and lying back down with the throw blanket. She turns on the television while I start the coffee before taking out the baking pan to do the bacon. Westley is the next one down. “Morning,” I greet and he holds up his hand, not saying a word, and I silently laugh at him. “You slept good?”
“Hmmm,” he says, just like his father.
I’m grabbing a cup to make my coffee when I feel Knox at my back and then his hands on the counter, boxing me in. He bends his head and buries his face in my neck. “Good morning.” I reach up one hand to rub his upper arm. He gives me the same hmm that Westley gave me. “Want coffee?”
“Want something else,” he whispers as he presses his cock into my ass, and I laugh.
“That’s going to have to wait for about three hours.”
