My heart skips a beat. I clutch a hand to my chest.
“I feel honored.” And I really did. For him to share this special place with me lets me know he thinks highly of me.
Turning to face me fully, he tugs me into his chest. Placing his finger under my chin, he tilted my head up.
“I’m sorry for the last three weeks. I let some shit get into my head.”
I knew his distance wasn't a coincidence. Something went down that night at the poker game.
“What happened, Mitch?”
He shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it. Just know I tried, but I can’t do it.”
I’m so confused. What is he talking about? What did he try, and why can't he do it?
“Tried what?”
His lips land on mine, softly at first, but Mitch has never kissed me softly. This time is no different. He pushes his tongue into my mouth as his grip on my waist tightens. I move my arms up and around his neck.
He turns his head to the side, his tongue sliding across mine before he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. I moan, my body revealing how desperate it has been without this man. It’s hard to go from getting the best sex you’ve ever had to getting cut off cold turkey. When his kisses leave my mouth and move down to my neck, at the same time his hand slips to cup and squeeze myass, I’m ready to bend over the rail of this deck and bust it open for him.
He must read my mind because he pulls away, smiling down at me. I pout, which causes him to chuckle.
“I’m going to feed you first. But don’t worry, I’m going to have your ass screaming and apologizing before the night ends.”
A literal shiver runs down my spine and then between my ass crack right up through my pussy.
He slaps my ass. “Go get comfortable. I’ll bring all the bags in.”
He holds my hand as he walks me back into the house.
Two hours later, I’m curled up on the floor of the living room, a glass of red wine in my hand, my knees tucked under my butt, leaning against a beautiful man, with a full belly. I was at peace as I stared at the blazing fire in the fireplace. We were right at the start of spring, where the days are warm but the nights can get chilly.
“What did Val say?” We were talking about the conversation he and Val had when he finally took Jacob back.
He takes a sip out of his beer bottle. The glow of the fire turns his tan skin to a beautiful bronze hue.
“She begged me not to take it to court. Promised that James would not return. I told her it wasn’t just about James, and if she ever tells my son to keep some bullshit like that from me...” His words faded.
Even now, the anger vibrating off him is obvious. I swear I’d never seen him as furious as he was that night.
“I’m glad the two of you could work it out. And hopefully Val learned a lesson from this. Because the next time, it won’t just be you beating up her dude.”
He looks at me and grins. “Oh, what are you going to do?”
I ignore his teasing tone. “Beat her ass.”
Mitch tosses his head back and laughs. He put his beer down on the coffee table in front of us before tugging me into his lap. Tossing one leg over his thighs, I straddled him. He cups my butt in his hands and places a kiss on my chin.
“You’re a fighter now?”
I take a drink out of my wine glass, emptying the rest of the glass. Once I’m done, he takes the glass from me and leans forward, pressing his face nearly into my chest, and places the glass on the coffee table behind me before leaning back.
“When it comes to my boys,” I say, cupping his face in my hands. “And yes, Jacob Benjamin Miller is one of my boys. I will go to war.”
I dropped a brief kiss on his lips before leaning back up.
“It’s my job as your man to make sure you never have to fight a battle. Even for our boys.”
