I’ve been using the kids a lot this past week, and I’ll continue to do so until she’s wearing my ring and my patch.
“Go and do your job before I report you,” Holly growls, “And the next time you make my daughter cry…”
Sandra clears her throat, hearing the underlining threat and mutters, “I uh, I’ll get Tuck to contact you, Dirty,” before she skedaddles away, and I chuckle.
“I really don’t like that woman,” Holly mutters, and I grin as I round the table, another parent giving me a head nod as they take over from me, and I walk over to my pissed off darling, and I have to admit, I fucking love this look on her.
“How about a dance?” I murmur as I wrap my arm around her waist, and she looks up at me.
“A dance, huh?” she asks, and I grin as I guide her onto the dance floor with our kids.
I swing Holly out, she gasps, then giggles as I spin her back, grab her right hand, and dance—something I’ve never done with another woman.
I hear a few chuckles from the parents, the kids all coming around us and ignoring Sandra's scolding glare, I dance with my girl, who has the biggest grin on her face, as a few parents follow our lead, but all I can focus on is this breathtaking woman before me with the biggest grin on her face.
***
Two hours later, after helping Hol clear up, I pull up outside her townhouse and grit my teeth, trying my hardest not to speed away with my girls inside the car, and I know for a fact Caleb would encourage me as well.
I didn’t want to bring them here. I wanted to take them home, where they belong, and I swear to fuck, the more I get to know her, the more my possessiveness grows which is scary as shit considering it’s only been just over a fucking week.
She’s mine, they both are.
“Thank you for the ride, Mr. Dirty,” Lyra says from the back seat, and I grin widely at her, trying to hide my frustration.
I didn’t even want this a few weeks ago, and yet here I am, furious to leave them.
“Anytime, cutie,” I say softly, and she grins wide as she leans forward and presses a kiss on my cheek before climbing out of the truck and says, “See you tomorrow, Caleb,” then rushes inside as my son waves like a lunatic.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Caleb, okay?” Hol says as she looks behind her seat, and Caleb gives her a sad smile that makes my stomach tighten.
“Can you not come back to our house, Ms. Robins?” he pouts, and Holly swallows hard, quickly looking my way, and I bite back a smile.
“How badly do you want to give in right now, darling?” I ask, and she pulls a tongue out at me just as I hear, “You put hair removal cream in my lube?!”
Holly's eyes widen in shock, and I burst out in laughter as we both look towards the front door to see Matty with a small towel around his waist, his thighs, hairless.
“Oopsie,” Holly whispers, and my shoulders shake as I stutter, “Y-you sure you don’t want to come back to mine?”
“Tempted,” she mutters back, and I laugh even harder.
“Look at me, Holly?!” Matty demands, “The woman I was with ran out screaming for Christ's sake because she said it burned her inside and then that bitch tried to attack her!”
“Crap, I didn’t think about him using it with someone, especially with the woman still stalking him.” Holly whispers and trying not to piss myself becomes difficult.
Matty growls loudly before stomping back inside, and Holly chokes out a laugh and admits, “I better go in and face the music,” before looking at Caleb, who leans forward and kisses her cheek before grumbling, “Good luck, Ms. Robins,” and she scrunches her nose up and replies, “Thanks, I think,” before looking my way.
I give her a soft smile and say, “Thanks for the dance, darling,” and her cheeks heat.
I lean forward, ready to finally press my lips against hers, but she turns her head and gives me the cheek.
Dammit, I wasn’t quick enough.
“I’ll call you later,” I whisper against her soft skin, and she nods before climbing out of my truck, and I watch her slowly walk to her fate.
She looks my way just shy of the door, and I kiss my fingers and send them her way, and even from here I see her suck in a breath before going in, and I smile slightly.
“When are you going to marry her, Dad?” Caleb asks as I drive away, and I mutter, “Soon, son, I promise, soon.” And I see him nod in the mirror as I drive down the street, my whole body calling for me to turn around.
