“My garage,” I repeat. “My space. My locks. My security.”
She turns away too fast, walking toward the far end like she forgot something essential by a white, polished convertible. Running away from me. From the conversation.
“It’s not necessary.” But her shoulders are rigid.
Too rigid.
She doesn’t trust me. Not even with this. She would rather risk her father selling it all. Fuck.
I flex my fingers, fighting the urge to press. To confront her. But I know the more I push, the further she retreats.
Goddammit.
I eat the distance between us and wrap my arms around her from behind. “Okay, if you don’t want to.” I kiss her hair, holding her close.
She lets me. And I wish it were enough.
“Where do you go when you disappear for weeks?” Roxy asks, picking up the plates and carrying them to the kitchen.
I watch her swaying hips and take a long breath, ready to explain. But something stops me. The words are not coming out.
Earlier in the garage, she didn’t even trust me with her cars. I showed her a piece of me, and she is still holding back.
The need to hide this part of me is stronger than my newly discovered feelings for her. Part of me doesn’t want her to judge me.
Or maybe that part of my life is the life of a different person. A person unaffected by this amazing woman.
The silence stretches with my internal struggle.
Roxy returns from the kitchen and walks straight to me. When I sigh, she straddles me and cups my cheeks. “You tell me when you’re ready.”
Just like you let me take care of you.I don’t say that. “It’s just…”
She presses her finger against my lips. “It’s okay. We shared enough for one day. And it was nice to share the parts of us that bring joy.” She plants a kiss on my forehead.
She feels so good like this. A part of me. Of my life. I can’t help it. I lean her backward, supporting her back with my hands. I plant a kiss on her belly. “Little man, I’ll tell you a secret. Your mom is an amazing person. And I don’t deserve her.”
She giggles. “You most certainly don’t. And we don’t know it’s a he.”
“Let’s hope so, because the number of fuckers Iwould have to castrate gives me a headache already.” I pull her closer, kissing her neck.
“You’re insane.” She swats my back.
“A girl or a boy, it doesn’t matter, Thunder. With you as their mother, they are already perfect.”
She grins at me. “Sometimes you know exactly what to say.”
“That doesn’t mean I enjoy all the talking. Let’s fuck.”
She laughs, and then moans as I dip my face into her cleavage.
“Wait a minute? Whose shirt is this?” My cock hardens before she even answers.
She grins at me. “Yours.”
“You’ve been walking around all day in my shirt?” Why it makes me want to pound on my chest is beyond me.
Her cheeks get pink, and she deflects. “There isn’t enough room here for all my clothes.”
