But that didn’t make it wrong.
“Then yeah,” I said, finally confirming his assumption. “I do want kids.”
He grinned, and it was…beautiful. It was the wrong word to use to someone so ruggedly handsome, but it was the only one that fit.
“We’ll talk again after all this chaos is done,” I stipulated.
“Might be chaos out there,” he said, slowly rocking his hips. “But in here? You and me? For the first time in my whole damn life,Luna, I feel peace down to my bone marrow. Can promise you now, my mind isn’t gonna change.”
His hand slid slowly down my face, his thumb dragging across my lips on the way down to cuff my throat until my breathing was restricted. His other fingers dug into my hip as he used both holds to move me up and down his length. It was rough. Unhinged. Blinding love and adoration filled his eyes while possessive obsession powered his brutal thrusts.
I took it all. Happily.
Blissfully giving as good as I got.
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
HEAT IT UP
RHYS
“Got a problem.”
Judge’s declaration didn’t make a dent in my happiness. Also wasn’t a groundbreaking announcement. We had a lot of problems.
My most pressing one was that I kept getting us killed. A queen wishing us dead. My brain getting consumed. Plus, all the usual plummeting, traps, and explosions.
It was a far cry from avoiding ghosts in a maze while eating dots and fruit. And even that I’d sucked at.
Readjusting my cell so I held it in place with my shoulder, I tried to listen and stay alive.
It lasted all of ten seconds before my character on screen was obliterated. I tossed the controller to the side, leaving Lo to fend for herself. Not that she had trouble with it. She seemed to be doing better at the video game without me dragging her down.
Her gaming ability shouldn’t have been sexy.
It was. It really fuckin’ was.
And that was without factoring in that she was wearing my flannel, some panties, and nothing else.
Well, unless I counted the vibrator tucked into her panties.
After going to Rye for the Monday deliveries, we’d gone out to dinner, then headed home for her to kick my ass at video games. After repeatedly getting my ass handed to me, I’d busted out the little toy to try to give me an advantage. Seeing as it likely distracted me more than her, it hadn’t done much to help my cause.
“What’s up?” I asked, reaching into my pocket to discreetly up the intensity of the vibration.
Lo gasped, whimpered, and glared.
All three made me hard.
I was about to hang up on Judge when he said one of the few things that could stop me.
“NashVille went up in flames.”
I killed the vibration, and that was clue enough for Lo to quit the game and give me her attention. I put it on speakerphone as I said, “There’s a fire at NashVille.”
“Not a fire,” Judge corrected. “A blaze. Whole building went up in no time. A few people were killed, including our buddy in the back office.”
“Arson?”
