Page 84 of Rowdy & Kat

“That pouty shit won’t work,” I muttered and stared into the house, where Bebe talked to the babies in their bassinet.

“What if I dance for you?” Rowdy asked and strutted around the yard while humming the Sinatra tune, “I’ve Got You Under My Skin.”

My grumpiness faded at the sight of his shaking ass. “Well, you are a very talented dancer. Maybe I shouldn’t argue with your plan.”

Rowdy grinned like a man with the world in the palm of his hand. Unable to deny his charm, I put on the gloves, jacket, and helmet. Rowdy helped me climb onto the back of his motorcycle.

“Despite how sexy this will feel,” he said, looking at me over his shoulder, “try not to fondle me while we’re riding. My boner might spring out of my jeans and cause a wreck.”

“I make no promises,” I said and wrapped my arms around him. “Where are we going?”

“Just around the neighborhood.”

“That’s it?”

“It’s your first time,” Rowdy murmured and smirked over his shoulder. “I plan to treat you with the kid gloves you offered my dick during our first blowjob.”

Giggling at his bullshit, I held on and exhaled deeply. I’d dreamed of this moment since I was a teenager. Every school day, Rowdy would roll into the high school’s parking lot. Though his hair was shorter then, it would get just as wild from the wind.

Of course, in my fantasies, my hair was also flying in the wind. Today, though, I was mostly concerned with avoiding injuries and ruining our date night.

We rode around the mostly undeveloped Sleepy Eye Community. A few people sat on their front porches and waved each time we passed by.

Rowdy was so careful with every turn to ensure I didn’t fly off. I followed his body’s movements, much like I did when we were in the back seat of my SUV.

Tonight, after we shared a dinner out, we would return to the condo, where I’d finally get to feel Rowdy Reed inside me again.

ROWDY

Kat was excited when I took her to the same steakhouse where Maria went with Farley. I figured she might be curious to see places her sister had visited.

Kat’s mood bounced from agitated over leaving our boys to excited about spending time alone with me. Vanessa helpfully sent pictures every thirty minutes. Every time Kat got a new one, she immediately turned off her panic and returned to flirting with me.

“You look so sexy,” Kat murmured after we ordered. Fondling me under the table, she sighed. “I’m so excited to get laid tonight.”

I chuckled at her lusty comment and wrapped an arm around her. “We’re finally getting a real date.”

Kat studied me, seeming a little sad. “Knowing how things turned out between us, I really wish I had told you the truth last year. We could have enjoyed a date back when you first asked.”

I held her gaze, seeing how much she struggled with what-ifs. “As much as I wish to rewrite the past so I could be with you during your pregnancy, there’s no point in regrets. We’re together now. I was right about us, and you know how much I like being right.”

Kat smiled brightly, appreciating my cockiness. I loved how I looked when I saw myself through her eyes. I saw a teenager with more swagger than sense, followed by a sexy bastard with the power to short out her common sense. Finally, I saw the provider who loved her in a way she never expected.

After dinner, we returned to the condo. One day, we’d enjoy a longer date with movies and long rides on my motorcycle. But our brains were always stuck on the babies, and the clock was ticking tonight.

Once home, Kat hurried upstairs to the bedroom. I followed her, sporting a painful boner. Kat’s nipples poked against her bra and shirt, demanding my attention.

Yet, as soon as my hands went to her waist to tug up her shirt, Kat stepped out of my embrace.

“Wait,” she mumbled against my lips.

“No more waiting. I need to feel your pussy again.”

As Kat glanced at the bathroom, I felt her insecurities overriding her lust. I cradled her jaw and stared into her beautiful green eyes.

“I forgave you for keeping the boys a secret,” I said, startling her. Kat immediately looked guilty, but I didn’t wait for her to speak. “I understood how two versions of me existed in your head. I was the dream guy capable of loving you and the dangerous man capable of hurting you. Back then, you weren’t sure which one was the real me.”

I kissed her lips when she seemed ready to speak. Once she was silenced, I continued, “We’ve spent two months together, almost nonstop, with no secrets between us. You should know me now. Am I your dream guy capable of loving the parts of you that you don’t love yourself? Or am I the asshole who will make you feel unsexy?”