Chapter 37
Iwoke up to the familiar yet tingle-inducing rasp of Cal’s whiskers as his lips trailed the crest of my shoulder toward my neck. A quick glance outside confirmed that it was barely dawn.
It was a big day for us and clearly my man was ready to start it off right.
His hand slid down my belly, slipping into my panties as his teeth found purchase on my neck.
I pressed back into his hardness, inspired by the low groan he emitted in response. His fingers pressed to my core, working the magic that always had me on the edge faster than I could believe.
When he slipped inside me from behind I pressed back into him, eager to have him take me, to have him consume me. His fingers continued their ministrations, pushing me up over the crest, his name a quiet cry from my lips as I hurtled over the edge.
His thrusts became more rapid, less controlled, and I knew he was close. His arms encircled me, pulling me closer as his growled release hit my ear.
We lay still, entwined for a few minutes as our breathing slowed. He kissed my neck reverently as my hands rested on his forearms, keeping him close to me. I murmured my protest when I lost his heat a few minutes later. He slipped out of bed to clean up, bringing a washcloth back for me when he returned.
He seemed to enjoy cleaning me as much as I loved having him do it. We were just settling back in bed when the creak of the door sounded. “Good timing,” Cal rumbled with a relieved laugh.
When Emmie slipped in already dressed in the pink dress I’d told her she could wear today, my heart nearly burst at the sight. She’d managed to get it almost all the way on by herself, and her favorite sparkly headband sat crooked in her hair.
“Hi baby, you look so pretty.” I smiled at her. “It’s so early though—you can stay in your PJs for a while longer if you want to,” I suggested hopefully, knowing it was useless. When Emmie set her mind to something, there wasn’t any changing it. Especially when there were pretty dresses involved.
She shook her head adamantly as Cal reached out, helping her onto the bed. “It’s adopton day,” she reminded us with wide excited eyes.
Cal smiled, stroking her hair back from her face, putting her headband in further disarray. “Yeah, baby, it’s adoption day,” he confirmed with a smile as Max peeked his head in. “Hi, bud,” Cal greeted.
“Bubs is whining,” Max informed us matter-of-factly as he climbed up onto the bed.
“I’ll go get him.” I nodded, sliding out of bed to grab Mason. I was soon resituating myself on the bed with a wriggly, grunting Mason in tow.
“It’s adopton day, Max!” Emmie was squealing.
“It’s adop-tion,” Max enunciated, rolling his eyes at his sister. “You never say it right.”
Since we’d been approved to adopt the kids just a few days ago we’d been planning for today. We’d talked to the kids about what it meant—that we were becoming a family, that we would all have the same last name.
We wanted them to understand what a big deal it was, but we also wanted it to be fun, for it to be a celebration, hence Emmie all dolled up in her favorite dress.
“Do you have any more questions, bud?” I asked Max gently. He’d had a lot of questions at first.
“Do I get to ride a motorcycle like Cal? I want to be in the club too.”
At seven, it seemed as though the Knights had their youngest prospect. I inwardly groaned. I was in no hurry to have Max grow up.
Cal chuckled. “Someday, bud. By the time you’re old enough, your brother will have taken the reins,” he explained, referring to Cole. “You’ll have to take it up with him.” He grinned and I could tell the idea pleased him.
It was the first I’d heard Cal mention taking a step back from the club and I made a mental note to ask him about it later.
“Emmie, how about you?” I asked, watching as she tried to fix her headband. I reached over to give her a hand. She seemed to ponder my question.
“Mason will be my brother?”
“Yeah, sweetie.” I smiled. “He’s getting a new last name today too,” I added with a warm look at Cal. We weren’t just adopting Max and Emmie today. He was adopting Mason too. The thought warmed me from the inside out. “You’re a big sister. That’s pretty exciting.”
She clapped her hands at the realization. “Now he has to do what I tell him!”
I raised a brow at Cal. We certainly had our hands full with our sweet Emmie.
“We get two brothers.” Max spoke, wise beyond his years as usual. “Mason and Cole.”
