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He slaps my ass, laughing. “Put that on the top of your list.”
“No,” I retort, walking toward the master bathroom, “because I want to be on my hands and knees next time with you pulling my hair.”
He stops moving next to me. “I’m going to go in the other bathroom.” He points over his shoulder. “Because if you touch me right now, I’m going to forget we have to get the girls, and they’ll be sitting there waiting for us, and everyone is going to know we are late because I was fucking you.”
“How would they know?” I ask, confused. “We could be in traffic.”
“They would know because I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll have trouble walking.” How can just words make me wet? “I can see from your eyes you want that just as bad as me.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Go get cleaned up, Dakota.” He motions with his chin, and all I can do is nod at him and head to the bathroom. Only when I’m in the bathroom do I see the two marks he left on my breasts and another of his teeth on my shoulder, and I can’t remember when he did that one.
He comes in a minute later. “When did you do this?” I ask, pointing at his teeth marks.
“When you came twice in a row.” I nod as I wet a facecloth to clean myself off. “Did I hurt you?”
I look over at him. “You could never hurt me,” I reassure him softly, and he bends down to kiss me.
* * *
“Do I smell of sex?” I ask, leaning into him when we get to the school parking lot.
“No,” he says, “but you smell like me.”
“So like sex.” I laugh, pulling open the door and getting out.
The girls run out to us, and it’s so simple having him here with me these days. We drive to the house, and the kids are just as shocked as Christopher was, but then they choose their rooms.
It takes one week to get the whole house packed up, thanks to Zoe and her magic of knowing people. A group of four people have come in every single day, and we’ve gone from room to room. The good news is that once the boxes were packed up, they took them over to the new house and unpacked them. It was a godsend. The only room I didn’t do anything with was the basement. I made them do all of the packing and rented a storage unit. Even though I didn’t want anything to do with the things there, I know my girls will want it when they get old enough. If they don’t, then I can give it to Eddie.
He was more than surprised when I told him we were moving, and a little bit angry and pissed that I did it without talking to him. The conversation ended at a stalemate. I had to respect he was mourning his son, and he had to respect I was moving on.
Today is the big day. The day has finally arrived, and I open the door, expecting it to be the movers. It was the movers, but it was also most of the team, led by Christopher. “We are here to pack up things, and you can go to the house and wait for us to get there.”
“What?” I look from him to Cole. “But?—”
“The only thing that needs to be done is the big furniture, so you can’t help anyway,” Cole says. “So go over to the house and wait for us there.”
“Are you sure?” The team nods their heads at me.
I’m waiting at the house for about two hours when I see the truck pull in. Opening the door for them, I see they filled the truck to the brim. Christopher gets out of his truck and comes to meet me. “Did you guys do everything in one shot?”
“We did,” he confirms, stepping in on the plastic floor covering. “It was like playing Tetris all over again.” His forehead is all sweaty.
He puts his arm around my waist and pulls me in for a kiss. “Hi, baby,” he says softly, bending to kiss me, pulling away from me when he hears voices coming closer to the door.
“The couch is first,” Cole states. “We tried to put the bedroom first, but it just didn’t work out.”
“That’s fine,” I say, walking ahead of them. In the two hours I’ve been here, I have already placed the pictures up on the walls. The new carpets I bought are out, waiting for the couch. It takes over five hours for everything to be where I want it to be. Christopher is the only one left, the rest of the guys headed out once all the heavy furniture was brought in. Brittany is going to be bringing the girls over in a bit.
“So how does it look?” I ask when he puts out the table lamp at the front door.
“It looks like your home,” he says, making me smile.
“It does, doesn’t it?” I cross my arms over my chest, basking in the feeling of peace.
He walks over to me and puts his hands on my hips. “Welcome home, Dakota,” he declares right before he kisses me, in my brand-new home.
