Her eyes sparkle as she turns her fake glare back to me. “And, for the record, it’s not my fault your knife skills are subpar.”
I lean close, murmur in her ear. “But is it mine that I was distracting you?”
Her cheeks go pink. “If you kept doing what you were doing, I never would have finished dinner.”
“But it would have been fun,” I point out.
Stealing kisses while Harper kicks ass in the kitchen is spectacular.
The batch of burned mini-quiches? Less so.
And was what finally got me banned.
Her voice is just as low as she murmurs, “Do I need to remind you that you’re the one who’s been limiting our fun?” She skates a hand down my chest, pauses low on my stomach.
And…I’m hard.
In front of my teammates and a child.
Christ.
I snag the container of cookies from her, put the lid on, and position it strategically.
She smirks. “Problem?”
I nip at her jaw. “You’re going to pay for that, Mama.”
She shivers again, those cheeks going even more pink.
I flick my tongue out, tasting the fluttering pulse in her throat, then take a breath and force my dick to cooperate. Once I’m no longer at risk of indecent exposure, I pass her back the cookies. “We’ll get the food, baby. Now go get off your feet.”
Soft hazel eyes. “Thanks, handsome.” She brushes her lips over mine then walks inside.
Smitty gives me an approving look as I reach in for some of the food.
But I’m more focused on the fact that Ollie’s talking.
Like seriously talking in his adorable little kid lisp.
“…and then I told Pruti that my mom says it’s okay if we don’t share sometimes, but we still have to take turns. And then Pruti said she doesn’t want to take turns. And then Mr. Kyle said that the toys were everyone’s in the class and we have to share or take turns. That it was non…non-neg…” His face screws up. “Not gosh able.”
“Nonnegotiable?” Sawyer asks as he walks by me, Ollie at his side.
“Yup.” His little legs move in a hurry to keep up with Sawyer’s long ones. “So Pruti got to play with the truck for one more minute and then I got a minute and we tooked turns…”
His voice fades, but I watch as he chatters all the way up the drive and into the house.
Smitty and I look at each other, lift our eyebrows.
“Dude,” he whispers.
“I know,” I whisper back. “You going to loop Luna in?”
“She probably already knows.” He snags half of the remaining containers. “Which means Sawyer’s toast.”
“Part of me feels like I should warn him.”
One big shoulder shrugs. “Warn him all you want.” His eyes lock onto mine. “You know what it’s like to be on the other side of it.”
