Chapter 37
I’m not a plumber but I can lay pipe, and I’ve got a big snake.
Several Months Later
Flynn
“F lynn!” Sophia screams and I rush to the bathroom in her apartment where we spent last night.
“What’s wrong?”
She sticks her head out of the shower. “The water went cold. I thought you fixed it.”
I reach past her to switch off the freezing cold water. “I did fix your bathroom.”
“If you fixed it, why am I standing here once again with shampoo in my hair freezing my butt off?”
“I don’t know. I need to have a look.”
I grasp her hips and haul her near.
“This is not you having a look,” she claims but her breath hitches and she shivers.
“Trust me. I’m looking.”
“My hair is dripping shampoo and I’m all wet.”
I nip her earlobe. “I enjoy it when you’re wet.”
“You know what I meant.” She slaps my shoulder. “What really happened to my water?”
“What do you mean?”
She rolls her eyes. “Don’t play innocent with me. I know you’re up to something.”
“What makes you think I’m up to something?”
“The twinkle in your eye, pirate man.”
“Maybe I’m happy to see you.” I press my hard length into her belly and her hands on my shoulders tighten.
“Flynn.” She glares at me. “What’s going on?”
“Maybe I wanted to recreate the day you barged back into my life.”
She frowns. “The day you reminded me I’m like your little sister? This isn’t how you treat a little sister.”
I growl. “Because you’re not my little sister. You’re the woman I love and I’m sick and tired of spending nights apart.”
“We haven’t spent a night apart since the Moonshine & Merriment Festival. Except for the night you went fishing with Weston and my dad.”
“Fishing? They spent the night forcing beer down my throat.”
She laughs. “Forcing?”
“Hey! I fell out of the boat. I could have drowned.”
“Even drunk you’re an excellent swimmer. You used to brag about it all the time. Don’t you remember the time you broke into the high school swimming pool to prove to everyone you could swim laps after drinking a six-pack?”
I tweak her nose. “I was seventeen. You’re not allowed to hold my teenage transgressions against me.”
“I’m not holding it against you. I merely pointing out how you wouldn’t have drowned.”
“Your dad and brother are mean.”
“Because they forced you to drink beer while fishing? Their cruelty knows no bounds.”
“Exactly. Back to the matter at hand.”
Sophia lifts her leg and wraps it around my waist. “I am your wench, pirate man. Do with me what you will.”
I will but first, we have matters to discuss. My cock protests. Maybe I should have found a different way to broach the subject of us living together.
I lift Sophia into my arms and carry her to the bedroom. I lay her down and crawl on top of her.
She smiles at me. “I’m enjoying where this is going.”
I kiss her nose. “I’m serious, my little temptress. I’m tired of spending nights apart.”
“What are you hinting at? You know as well as I do, we don’t spend any nights apart unless you’re ‘fishing’ with my family. Go on. Spit it out.”
I lean my forehead against hers. “You’re going to make me say it.”
“Duh. I want to hear the words.”
“Sophia Milton, will you move in with me?”
“It’s about damn time! I’ve been moving my clothes into your house little by little for weeks now. I thought you’d never ask.”
I freeze. “You’ve been moving your clothes into my house?”
She rolls her eyes. “Men. Observant they are not.”
I tickle her ribs. “Here I’ve been nervous about asking you to move in and you were already moving in?”
She bats away my hands. “I can’t help it if you’re a scaredy-cat.”
“I wasn’t scared. I was being cautious.”
“Cautious and scared are two horns on the same goat.”
I bark out a laugh. “You’re crazy.”
She wraps her legs around my waist. “Crazy about you.”
“Good. Since I’m crazy about you, too.”
“Love you, pirate man.”
“And I love you, my little temptress.” I kiss her nose. “And you’re moving in with me.”
She grins. “Good since my suitcases are already packed. But I’ll need to speak to my landlord. I have to break my lease. Good thing I have an in with the owner.” She bats her lashes.
“Temptress,” I mutter before melding my lips to hers.
She sighs and I thrust my tongue into her mouth. Her flavor hits me and I moan. I will never get tired of kissing Sophia. She’s mine. The woman who showed me what family really means.
I’m never letting her go.
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