we’re good. I’ll go with it, but the moment I feel something isn’t right, I’ll say something.”
“Good, I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“So, while we are discussing that, I don’t want to move in here.”
My brows come together as I eye her. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t want to move in with your parents. That’s weird. We are adults. We have to have our own place.”
What?
I see Lena and Micah coming toward us over her shoulder, and I don’t want them to hear us. Taking her hand in mine, I lead her down the hall and up the stairs.
“Where are we going?”
I look back at her. “My room.”
“Oh,” is her answer as we go down another hall.
“My family lives in the North Wing, which is eight rooms, twelve bathrooms, two dining rooms, a huge kitchen, and three studies. It is also broken up into the three stories. My room is at the top with no one else. Lena is on the second, and my parents are on the main. I’ll have to take you on a tour of the whole house,” I say as I reach for my door and push it open.
I move to the side and watch her face as she enters. “Holy crap, it’s a like a penthouse.”
I smile. “Yeah. Have my own bathroom, balcony, and sitting area. Through that door is the bedroom,” I say, walking past her to open the door to my bedroom. The room is large with big stained glass windows and another door that leads to the bathroom. In the middle is a huge four-poster bed that is fit for a king, as my ma always says. I’ve slept in that bed since I was a baby. Amberlyn walks in, an expression of awe on her face as she looks around.
“I like the blue.”
“It’s my favorite color.”
She smiles back at me before pointing the door to the right. “What’s in there?”
“I wish I could say it was something cool like a room of sex toys, but no, it’s a closet,” I joke as I push the door open. She peeks in, her eyes going wide.
“This is a whole other room! Why do you need all this space?”
I laugh as she goes in, hitting the light. One side is full of all my suits, hung in order by color. Below them are all my shoes. On the other rack are all my shirts and shorts and a few pair of jeans and slacks. More shoes and some of my winter equipment. The other side, though, is completely bare.
“For my wife,” I say, answering her question. “This closet was redone when I turned sixteen since that’s when I started looking for a wife. Or so my parents thought. I think my mom’s goal was to lure a woman with a huge closet if she married me. I was a little dorky back then.”
She laughs, “I highly doubt that.”
“Ah, let’s say the curls weren’t tamed then. Pretty sure I have a Brillo pad head.”
She turns to me, wrapping her arms around my midsection. “I would still find you crazy hot and want you. Brillo pad head and all.”
I chuckle as I wrap my arms around her, holding her close. My body catches fire immediately, as always. There is something about this gorgeous girl’s body against mine that drives me mad. Insanely mad. Capturing her mouth with mine, I hold her to me as my mouth works with hers. I gasp against her lips as her fingers move up my neck, as my hands drift down her arse. Squeezing the two globes, I lift her up without really thinking. Am I sure about this?
When her legs wrap around my waist, her tongue moving into my mouth, I know I am.
Carrying her to my bed, I lay her down, kissing down her jaw and neck as I press myself into her. She is so soft, while I am beyond hard. I can feel the heat coming off her in waves, and I don’t know if I can handle this. Kissing down her neck to her chest, I pause at the gunshot wound and close my eyes. This spot will always remind me of what Casey’s arse did to her, but it will also always remind me of the unconditional love she has for me.
Kissing the spot below it, I move up so I can look down into her flushed face. Pressing my hard cock into her, I am rewarded with a gasp as her
“Good, I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“So, while we are discussing that, I don’t want to move in here.”
My brows come together as I eye her. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t want to move in with your parents. That’s weird. We are adults. We have to have our own place.”
What?
I see Lena and Micah coming toward us over her shoulder, and I don’t want them to hear us. Taking her hand in mine, I lead her down the hall and up the stairs.
“Where are we going?”
I look back at her. “My room.”
“Oh,” is her answer as we go down another hall.
“My family lives in the North Wing, which is eight rooms, twelve bathrooms, two dining rooms, a huge kitchen, and three studies. It is also broken up into the three stories. My room is at the top with no one else. Lena is on the second, and my parents are on the main. I’ll have to take you on a tour of the whole house,” I say as I reach for my door and push it open.
I move to the side and watch her face as she enters. “Holy crap, it’s a like a penthouse.”
I smile. “Yeah. Have my own bathroom, balcony, and sitting area. Through that door is the bedroom,” I say, walking past her to open the door to my bedroom. The room is large with big stained glass windows and another door that leads to the bathroom. In the middle is a huge four-poster bed that is fit for a king, as my ma always says. I’ve slept in that bed since I was a baby. Amberlyn walks in, an expression of awe on her face as she looks around.
“I like the blue.”
“It’s my favorite color.”
She smiles back at me before pointing the door to the right. “What’s in there?”
“I wish I could say it was something cool like a room of sex toys, but no, it’s a closet,” I joke as I push the door open. She peeks in, her eyes going wide.
“This is a whole other room! Why do you need all this space?”
I laugh as she goes in, hitting the light. One side is full of all my suits, hung in order by color. Below them are all my shoes. On the other rack are all my shirts and shorts and a few pair of jeans and slacks. More shoes and some of my winter equipment. The other side, though, is completely bare.
“For my wife,” I say, answering her question. “This closet was redone when I turned sixteen since that’s when I started looking for a wife. Or so my parents thought. I think my mom’s goal was to lure a woman with a huge closet if she married me. I was a little dorky back then.”
She laughs, “I highly doubt that.”
“Ah, let’s say the curls weren’t tamed then. Pretty sure I have a Brillo pad head.”
She turns to me, wrapping her arms around my midsection. “I would still find you crazy hot and want you. Brillo pad head and all.”
I chuckle as I wrap my arms around her, holding her close. My body catches fire immediately, as always. There is something about this gorgeous girl’s body against mine that drives me mad. Insanely mad. Capturing her mouth with mine, I hold her to me as my mouth works with hers. I gasp against her lips as her fingers move up my neck, as my hands drift down her arse. Squeezing the two globes, I lift her up without really thinking. Am I sure about this?
When her legs wrap around my waist, her tongue moving into my mouth, I know I am.
Carrying her to my bed, I lay her down, kissing down her jaw and neck as I press myself into her. She is so soft, while I am beyond hard. I can feel the heat coming off her in waves, and I don’t know if I can handle this. Kissing down her neck to her chest, I pause at the gunshot wound and close my eyes. This spot will always remind me of what Casey’s arse did to her, but it will also always remind me of the unconditional love she has for me.
Kissing the spot below it, I move up so I can look down into her flushed face. Pressing my hard cock into her, I am rewarded with a gasp as her
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