He made it to where I stood and looked around at our surroundings before meeting my gaze again. “You wanna tell me what the fuck I’m doing in a church? And whyIhad to come do this right fuckin’ now?”
Yep, he was pissed.
I placed my hand on his chest in an effort to quiet his irritation. “Avelyn needs your help.”
He glanced down at his chest. “It’s not gonna work, Evie.”
I played dumb. “What’s not gonna work?”
Removing my hand from his body, he said, “Trying to calm me down by touching me. I was in the middle of shit that has to be done today, which means your Valentine’s plans for tonight are now fucked up. There’s no fuckin’ way King’s gonna let today pass by without that shit handled.”
“What time do you think you’ll be home now?” Surely whatever it was wouldn’t take all night.
“I doubt it’ll be before eight. You’ll be almost passed out by then.”
He was right. I barely made it to nine p.m. these days. I wasn’t sure how any mother stayed up late. Our one year old stole all my energy, not leaving much for my husband.
“I’m sorry, Kick,” I said softly, disappointed that I’d ruined our plans for tonight, “but I knew you could help Avelyn with this situation. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
His eyes remained glued to mine, a storm of emotions passing through them before he raked his fingers through his hair and exhaled a frustrated breath. “Fuck, Evie, you don’t have to make it up to me, but we do need to reschedule our Valentine’s plans.”
My brows pulled together. “I thought Kick Hanson didn’t do Valentine’s Day. Why do you want to reschedule?”
He snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me close. “I couldn’t give a fuck about Valentine’s Day. What Idogive a fuck about, though, is spending time with my wife, and lately I haven’t been getting that time. So, our plans for tonight need to be moved to tomorrow night if we can swing a babysitter.”
My heart swelled with love for the man standing in front of me. The last year had been hard on our marriage. I imagined the first year of your first child would be hard on a lot of marriages. Add to that the stress Kick’s club had been under for a lot of that year and the fact I’d struggled with adapting to being a stay-at-home mum, and we’d taken a hit. But through it all, Kick had never once let me down. He’d stood by my side the entire time and fought for us.
Gripping the back of his neck, I pulled him close so I could kiss him and then said, “I love you.”
His gaze found mine again and he groaned as he looked down at me. “Fuck, baby, you kiss me when I haven’t had you for three days, and you think I can control myself? In a fuckin’ church of all places.”
I bit my lip, trying not to grin. I’d never grow tired of the way Kick wanted me. Catching sight of Avelyn walking towards us, I said, “You’re going to have to. We have company.” I pressed my hands against his chest so I could push him away from me. “And, you’ve got work to do.”
Heat flared in his eyes. “I don’t give a fuck if you’re asleep tonight when I get home—expect to be woken up.”
Growly Kick was my favourite, and I squeezed my legs together at his promise. The thing he didn’t realise was that he could wake me any night and I wouldn’t complain. I just never told him that because I also desperately wanted my sleep.
“Hey you two,” Avelyn greeted us with a smile before shifting her attention to Kick. “Thank you for coming. I truly appreciate it.”
Avelyn’s husband was the church pastor and was away at the moment. That was why I’d called Kick. A bad storm last night had caused some roof damage I was fairly sure he could fix.
Kick nodded at her. “No worries.”
I knew Avelyn through my mother who had started attending the church six months ago, but Kick had never had much to do with her. I wasn’t a churchgoer, but I’d gotten to know her after Mum had dragged me along to a morning tea. Avelyn and I had hit it off straight away, and she and I began a friendship that I treasured.
She pointed up at the left-hand side of the building. “Most of the damage is on that part of the roof—” Her phone rang, interrupting her, and after glancing at it, she said, “I’m sorry, I have to take this.”
“Absolutely,” I said, ignoring the frustration flashing in Kick’s eyes.
“Thanks. I’ll be as fast as I can, but it might not be a quick call.” She hurried out of the church, leaving us alone again.
“I’m gonna grab the ladder from my truck and take a look at the damage,” Kick said as he turned to leave.
I reached for his hand and stopped him. “Thank you for doing this.”
I wasn’t sure if it was what I said or the way I said it, but Kick liked it. I knew this because of the way he turned right back around and closed the distance between us so fast he almost knocked me over. His arm slid around me, holding me up, and his mouth crashed down onto mine. He kissed me like he couldn’t get enough of me, and when he finally came up for air, he growled, “I can’t wait until tonight. My dick is so fuckin’ hard for you.”
As his hands moved to the hem of my dress, I said, “You can’t fuck me in a church.”
