“Right.” She sat up and the sheet dipped low on her breasts. She gave me that wrinkled nose of reproach, but I just shrugged and climbed onto the bottom of the bed and reached for the phone. “Hey!”
I brought it to my ear. “Who is this?”
“TJ. What the hell did you do to my friend?”
So many things, but the list was a little out of control at that particular moment. I tugged at the sheet until I finally got a look at her tight little nipples. “Your friend is a little busy. I’ll drop her off in a few hours.”
“What do you—”
I cut off TJ’s comment with the end button and tossed the phone aside.
Dahlia yelped when I pulled the sheet away and dragged my beard along her inner thigh then rolled her to bite that delectable curve of her hip.
“You’re a beast.”
“Never forget it.” I grinned up at her then rolled her over so I could get a better taste of that heart-shaped ass.
“TJ is going to rip my head off when I get in there for that.” She grabbed my pillow and shot a hot look over her shoulder
“Too bad.” I flicked my towel off and crawled up to cover her. “I’m hungry.”
“Some people have to work.” She hissed out a breath as I slid inside of her. “Not fair.”
I nibbled across her shoulder and slowly sunk into her once more. “I missed this. Missed you. I want you all over me for the rest of the day.” I grabbed the back of her thigh to splay her wider for me.
She bit the pillow and I slipped my hand under her to race over her breast and the softness of her belly where I cupped her tight. The need to take her and protect her swamped me. The woman and the mother she’d become twisted into a possessive side of me I’d never had before.
I coasted down to her pussy, feeling us both together. The slickness and the welcoming clasp of her body would never cease to amaze me. She took me, whatever the mood. The chaotic, the soft, and here and now, the love that drove me absolutely mad. I didn’t know what to do with it except to hold onto her.
Again and again, I powered into her until the buzz in my head receded. Until she reached back for me, and her cries acted like a balm. I breathed her in as she broke under me and I followed each moan with a chant in my head. She was mine, and she quieted the storm like no other.
I came so hard, my brain fuzzed, and I was almost worried I’d triggered a migraine, for fuck’s sake.
“Are you trying to kill me?” she said into the pillow.
I laughed and rolled off her to starfish across my bed. “What a way to go.”
She rose onto her knees before she collapsed back onto the mattress. “Nope. Go get me food and we’ll try again in an hour.”
I lifted my head. “I can probably go again in ten or fifteen minutes.”
She flashed me her middle finger.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d laughed so much in one day. Well before the accident, well before...anything.
I rolled up to a seated position and stretched. “I think there should be pancakes in our future.”
She rolled onto her side. “I need a shower first.”
“I left you a little hot water.”
“You’re all heart.”
She started to slide off the bed when I slid an arm around her waist to pull her back and planted a kiss on her shoulder. “I wasn’t too rough, was I? I...” Hell, I didn’t know how to explain these stupid emotions.
“You’re not going to break me, Nolan. Don’t worry.”
“Sometimes I don’t know what to do with all of this.”
“You’re not the only one.” She touched my cheek then slipped away.
This time, I let her.
While she was getting ready, I fed the cat and gave him ten minutes with a slow stream of water from the sink. The little devil loved it for some reason, and he happily drank and played while I made the bed and got dressed, then I hung Dahlia’s dress on the door to the bathroom.
I checked in with Archer and Lucky to make sure everything was good to go for the day. Archer was taking a trip out to a quarry in Rome for some special stone he wanted to use for the new porch and balcony. There was good deal of stonework that needed to go into the house.
I hadn’t checked in with Lyric for a little while. Maybe Dahlia would want to check out Trick or Treat with me. I could show her who I’d been before...everything.
And maybe I could be something new.
The purple and metal idea kept stewing in my head, all thanks to Dahlia.
She’d brought more into my life than I ever imagined. Now I just had to prove to her that I was worth a second chance. I shut off the water from the little hellion, who also gave me the evil eye, and shut off the valve because he had no chill. I’d forgotten one day, and while there’d been no flooding, he’d killed a tank of water, which I’d had to swap out.
I stepped outside and wandered over to the storage pod I’d put beyond the trees of my yard. To anyone else it would look like an extra Dumpster, but I knew it wasn’t.
I pulled down the lever and the locking mechanism screeched open. It had been a damn long time since I’d looked in there. It was an old shipping container that I’d bought off someone during a liquidation sale. It was large enough to hold the tools and supplies I’d collected over the years.
