Page 121 of Out Of A Fix

“Our family,” he corrected me. “Ours.”

I exhaled sharply. “Our family is not ready for that.”

“Well, they’re gonna have to be, because I need to get laid.”

My brain was going to explode. “Could you be more crude?”

“I could,” he goaded me with a waggle of his eyebrows.

God, he was perfect for me. He knew when to tease and when to be serious, read me so easily, and responded with absolute submission to my dominance. A big, strong, powerfully made, lean-muscled man who trembled when I had my tongue down his throat and my hands on his skin. It was taking everything in me not to pounce.

“Now. Go.”

“All your things are down here. There’s nothing left in the attic, so…where are you going to sleep tonight, Nash Miller?”

He thought he had me. He thought I couldn’t walk out to the couch or go up to the attic. He thought he was so enticing that I couldn’t say no. He thought he had power over me and my decisions because I wanted him so desperately.

“Well?”

And he did. He so did. I wanted him, the kids, even his parents. I wanted the cat, the house, the parent-teacher conferences, the meal prep, the holidays, the bumps along the way, the change and upheaval, and God, how I wanted to sleep with him for the rest of my life. I could not fight a moment more, not against myself over the life I longed for.

“I will sleep right here next to you.”

His smile was something to behold. I could see his heart, right there, in his eyes.

“Yeah? You will?”

I nodded.

“Let’s kiss and seal the deal.”

I pointed at the door.

“You’re killing the romance here.”

“This is not romance. You’re horny.”

He gestured at my dick, that really wanted to be close to him.

“Get. Out.”

His throaty, filthy laughter followed after him through the door and into the hall.

It made no sense to pledge my life to a man who might not actually enjoy being in bed with me. Though from his response when I kissed him, perhaps I was worrying for nothing. Only time would tell.

TWELVE

As soon as I stepped foot out of the bedroom door, Darwin ran over from the living room, tried to stop near me, but slid a couple of feet on the polished hardwood floor because he was wearing socks.

“Tatum said you’ll stay. Is that true, or is it still just until after Thanksgiving? Are you sticking with the original plan, or is there a new one?”

He was always so precise about things. “There’s a new one.”

“Really?” There was no missing the hopefulness in his voice.

I gestured at Luke, who smiled as he walked over to me. “I want Nash to stay with us because you all love him and so do I.”

Darwin squinted at his father. “You love him?”