Chapter 26 #2
I pushed those depressing thoughts away and went back to thinking about Desi Cunns. Nothing about the woman made sense. Criminal mastermind she was not. The cash deposits into her bank account were a dead giveaway.
Victim or accomplice?
Or both.
Something in my gut told me she was an unwilling accomplice.
“Say what?” Letty’s screech from the kitchen snapped my attention to the house.
“Inside voice!” Remy shouted.
Damn, the kid’s funny.
With my shoulders shaking with humor I turned to my boy and smiled.
“Your Aunt Letty doesn’t have an inside voice, pal,” Davis told Remy.
I watched Remy fumble a catch and run after the ball. The screen door slid open and out walked Letty followed by Brooklyn. Letty’s eyes were narrowed on Remy, Brooklyn was fighting a smile.
“Cheeky boy!” Letty yelled across the yard.
I stopped paying attention to Letty teasing Remington as Brooklyn made her way to me.
There was a lot left hanging between us.
Things I needed to apologize for, things I couldn’t tell her while Remy was sleeping in the car.
Explanations she deserved. But right then, walking toward me, smiling, she looked like she’d put the blow-up at the cabin behind her.
But I couldn’t get her sad blue eyes out of my head.
I’d been so lost in my own insecurities I’d ignored her pain.
As soon as she was close I took my shot and tagged her around the waist, bringing her body flush with mine, and buried my face in her neck.
“I’m so fuckin’ sorry, Sugar.”
“What?”
“The cabin—”
“Stop, honey.” Her arms went around me and damn if they didn’t feel good. “High emotions and lots of drama swirling around us.”
“Don’t make excuses for me being a dick. I never should’ve snapped at you.”
“Maybe not, but you did. And you’ve already apologized.
If you make a habit out of it I’ll call you on it, trust me.
But we’re both under stress, trying to navigate our way through something that’s important to both of us.
And I started the argument by being stubborn.
We’ll talk about the money tonight. I’ve been thinking on it, and I need to let you do what you feel you need to do.
The same as I’m asking you to let me be the woman I am. ”
I dropped a kiss below Brooklyn’s ear then pulled my face out of her neck. Staring up at me was a woman who was too damn good for me. But I wasn’t stupid enough to tell her so.
“I won’t make a habit out of it,” I promised.
“Potatoes will be done in ten minutes.” She deftly changed the subject.
Yeah, I’d done nothing good enough in my life to deserve her.
“What was Letty yelling about?”
Brooklyn’s eyes rolled skyward and I knew where my son had learned that particular trait.
“I told her we were moving in with you.”
My body stilled and my blood ran hot.
“You told her?”
“Was it a secret?”
“Hell no.”
“Then why do you look so surprised?”
“Not surprised. Just happy you told her, I guess.”
Though I was a little surprised Brooklyn had told Letty. I suppose a part of me was worried Brooklyn wasn’t serious about moving in with me, or maybe she’d think on it and back out.
“For the record, Rhode, when you forget to mask it, you wear your thoughts on your face, too. I’m excited about us living together.
I’m happy you asked. I knew Letty would be thrilled for all of us.
But even if I didn’t think she would be, I still would’ve told her.
I’m in charge of my life. I know what I want.
I know what’s gonna make me happy. And I love Letty, I value her opinion, and I’m smart enough to seek her wisdom when I’m unsure of something.
But I didn’t tell her because I was asking what she thought.
I told her so she could share in my excitement. ”
“Beautiful and smart. I’m screwed.”
“Handsome and a sweet-talker. I’m screwed.”
Uncaring we had guests and our son was in attendance I dropped my mouth onto hers and kissed the fuck out of my woman. I did this while she giggled herself stupid.
And she tasted sweet like sugar.
“Honey,” Brooklyn groaned.
I pounded deeper.
“So close. Please don’t stop.”
Like I would.
I shifted my weight to my elbow planted on the mattress above her shoulder and slipped my free hand under her ass and ground down while she lifted her hips to meet my driving cock.
“Oh, God,” she moaned again against my neck right before she sank her teeth in.
Fuck, that felt good. All of her felt good. Her tits pressed against my chest, her long legs wrapped around my waist, her heels digging in, her nails raking down my back, her pussy hugging my cock, her tongue now gliding over her mark.
All of it so goddamn good, I was close. Thankfully she was closer.
Brooklyn’s back arched, taking with it her neck, giving me her pretty eyes.
“Ocean blue.”
As soon as the words rolled off my tongue she smiled.
Christ.
Beautiful.
“I missed everything about you but I especially missed the way you looked at me.”
And it hit me—why all those years ago I’d felt invincible. Why her eyes had haunted me. She’d been telling me everything without words. She couldn’t hide the love she felt; it shone brightly in the way she’d looked at me.
The way she was staring at me now.
Window to the soul.
“Every day for the rest of my life I wanna look into those eyes, Sugar.”
“Please,” she purred. “More.”
She wanted more.
I’d give her anything she wanted.
I took her mouth and gave her more.
Until her orgasm broke, then I swallowed her moans and followed her over the edge.