“I’m proud of you,” I tell her. “For being so brave after your fall.”
She beams at me. “Daddy says being brave doesn’t mean not being scared. It means doing it anyway.”
I meet J’s eyes over our daughters’ heads. The love I see there steals my breath.
“Your daddy’s a smart man,” I say softly.
He gives me that sexy smirk I love. “Don’t sound so surprised, babe.”
“Oh, I’m not surprised. Just remembering all the times you tried to be smart with me and I didn’t listen.”
His eyes darken with heat. “Yeah? Like when?”
I gesture to our sticky, ice-cream-covered girls. “If I’ve still got energy after we get these two cleaned up and in bed, I’ll tell you.”
“Yeah, babe, you will.” The promise in his gaze sends shivers down my spine.
Later, after baths and bedtime stories, I find J in our bedroom.
“Now,” he says, pulling me to him. “Tell me about all those times you didn’t listen to me.”
I curl my fingers into his shirt. “Well, there was that time the other week when you told me not to touch your bike...”
His hands slide to my ass. “If I remember right, you did more than just touch it.”
“Mmm. I might have sat on it. In that short skirt you love.”
He groans and captures my mouth in a hard kiss. When he finally lets me go, we’re both breathing heavy.
“God, I love you,” I whisper, running my hands over his chest. “Watching you with our girls today...you’re such an amazing father, J.”
His eyes soften. “Yeah?”
I nod. “The way you handled Willow’s fall? So patient and loving, knowing exactly what to say to help her.” I trace the scar on his arm that he showed her. “And that story about your first bike ride...”
He grins. “Complete bullshit. You know I got that one in a bar fight when I was twenty.”
I smile. “I know. But it was exactly what she needed to hear.” I press closer to him. “You’re everything to those girls. To me.”
“You three are my whole fucking world.” He cups my face. “And any other kids we make along the way.”
I brush my lips against his. “Speaking of making kids...”
His hands slide under my shirt. “You got something in mind, baby?”
“I might.” I grind myself against him as I curl my hands around his neck. “And it’s going to start with me sitting on your face.”
“Fuck.” His growl sets my body on fire. “You know I fucking live for your pussy, Madison. Get your ass on our bed, now.”
Some things never change.
And I wouldn’t want them to.
9
CARLA & HAVOC
CARLA’S POV
