The honesty caught her off guard—and fuck if it didn’t shoot straight to her core.Catching his thumb between her teeth, she bit down until he cursed under his breath and yanked his hand back.
“Why?”she asked, leaning forward, reclaiming his hand, her tongue tracing where her teeth had been.
His gaze darkened.“Because I was a piece of shit and my life was a fuckin’ mess.”
More honesty.More owning it.Holy shit—her pussy was not going to survive it.
“Don’t feel bad,” she said coyly.“Walking on water is very hard—not everyone can do it nearly as well as I can.”
Her mouth closed around his thumb, sucking slow and deliberate, eyes never leaving his.
Nash growled, low and rough, and yanked his thumb free.His hands closed around her arms and he lifted her clean over the counter like she weighed nothing.
“You’re a fuckin’ menace,” he muttered, his mouth a breath from hers.“You know that, right?”
Laughing, Cassie wrapped her legs around his waist, fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him into a kiss.
“A goddamn fuckin’ menace,” he rumbled, breaking from her mouth as he pushed her back on the counter, shoving up her shirt—his mouth closing around her nipple—
“Dad!Practice is canceled ’cause of the rain and Mom got—”
Nash jerked back so fast the whole room seemed to shift with him.
Cassie was already moving—sliding off the counter, dragging her shirt down just as Junie appeared in the doorway, duffle bag slung over one shoulder…with Addison right behind her.
For one awful second, nobody moved.
Then Nash cleared his throat and snatched up the spatula.“Hey, Junebug,” he said easily.“You hungry for hash?Go on—grab the ketchup and take a seat.”
Junie hesitated a moment before dropping her duffle bag on the floor and heading for the fridge, while Nash pulled a plate from the cupboard and began piling hash onto it.
“I’m, uh, gonna get going,” Cassie muttered.
Nash, plate of hash in one hand, silverware in the other, flicked an apologetic glance her way.“Take my truck if you want.Keys are in the visor—”
Addison let out a short, humorless laugh.“Wow.Just…wow.
“You hear that, Junie?”she continued, “The man who never lets a single soul touch his daddy’s truck is now just handin’ it over to—”
Her gaze slid to Cassie.
“—whatever the fuck this is.”
Cassie held Addison’s stare, temper rising fast—and practically choked trying to swallow it down for Junie’s sake.
“Addy,” Nash ground out.“Not in front of Junie.”
Addison scoffed.“Then maybe stop doin’ it in front of her.”
“What?”he shot back.“Livin’ my fuckin’ life?”
Addison stepped farther into the kitchen.“Yeah—and how long you been livin’ it with her?”
She didn’t wait for an answer.Her eyes sliced between them, voice climbing.“Because this ain’t normal—her bein’ gone this long and the two of you are suddenly playin' fuckin’ house like the last decade never happened!”
“You’ve gotta be shittin’ me right now,” Nash muttered.“First off, what I do in my own time is none of your goddamn business no more, and second, I told you to stop pullin’ this shit in front of Junie—it ain’t fuckin’ fair to her.”
“None of my business?”Addison repeated shrilly.“Everything you do is my business when we got a kid together!”
