“You’re crazy. Freaking insane.” A mixture of shock and lust dilates her pupils even more, and those black circles focus on my lips as her fingers flex in mine. As crazed as she thinks I am, she still wants me. It’s there in her eyes, the desire for me to be stronger than her fears.
Moving her wrists to one hand, I trace her lips, daring to dip a finger in the sweet heat of her mouth. “Suck,” I rasp.
Her teeth snap at me, so I swoop down to punish that fucking mouth with my kiss. She needs to fucking understand that she’s mine.
Toto barks again, his wet nose coming between our faces and severing our contact. Mouths breaking away, we stare heavily at each other in silence. I’ve said what I need to say, and it appears Rosanna has, too.
Stealing a final kiss from my wife’s stubborn, silent lips, I help her up. The moment her feet hit the floor, she pushes me away and takes off for our bedroom, the slamming of the door following soon after.
I glance down with a frustrated sigh, noticing the rug isn’t even wet from what we just did. Just our clothes. No matter. I’ve got a spare set in the workshop, so I’ll take a shower there and give her time to calm down. My keys are in my pocket, so I don’t think she’s gonna pull a runner. Especially now that Ana and Eli are here.
Fuck. “Is this what Dad and Amos had to put up with?” I rhetorically ask Toto as he cocks his head down the hallway. Pocketing her phone, I unlock mine and pull up the babycam app. Ana and Eli are still sleeping peacefully, apparently unbothered by the noisy entrance of their mother.
And my wife? Oh, my sweet, sweet wife. My thumb caresses her form on the screen of my phone as she paces back and forth in front of the bassinets. “I won’t let you run from this, Rosanna.”
Thereisno running from it. I should know.
When destiny calls, it demands a fucking answer.
Chapter twenty-three
Rosanna
Ilockthebedroomdoor and collapse against it, my wet jeans a stark reminder of what just transpired. I peed on him. And he did it right back to me, just like he said he would.
To be honest, I’m still not completely sure about everything that happened, but one thing I do know is that my babies come first. Not that I think he would harm them or me, even though my gut instinct was to flinch from him.
Fuck you very much, Silas, for that.
The urge to see Ana and Eli propels me forward, and a tiny bit of peace comes over me when I see them lazily suck on their pacifiers in their sleep.
Nervous energy eats at me, and I traverse a small path in front of the bassinets and the oversized glider Connor built, trying to wrap my mind around the bomb he just dropped on me. He said he’d never lie to me, but is this some elaborate, cruel trick?
“No,” I whisper to myself. No, he’s not like that. He wouldn’t play games to that degree with me. But that means that he was telling the absolute truth, and that’s not something I’m ready to face, either. Or the fact that I still want him.Need him,whispers my inner slut.
Stupid body and stupid hormones that have my moods swinging up and down with no rhyme or reason. I reach for my phone, wondering how long until my little ones will need to eat. “Shit,” I hiss when my hand touches an empty pocket. I left it out there, and there’s no way in hell I’m going back out there right now. Not until I figure out what I’m going to do.
I just want to get out of here and think. But where to go? I have the money that he took from Silas, but that won’t get me far with two babies.
My shoulders sink as I realize how unrealistic that thought is. I can’t carry them, their car seats, all of their things, and all of mine, too. And I don’t even have a vehicle. Even if I managed to get his keys, I’d still have to go through the entire process of shuffling all our things out the door and into the truck. It’d be at least four trips.
That’s just not going to happen.
Double fuck.
I’m stuck here.
There are worse places you could be,my slutty—and unwelcome—inner voice pipes up again.
The sharp smell wafting up reminds me I need to shower and get out of these wet clothes before Eli and Ana wake up. God, I still can’t believe I did that.
He says I’ve marked him.
Fucking prick.
In the shower, water streams down on me as broken fragments of his words replay in my mind. Whatever it was that he’d said to me sounded familiar.
Official.
