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I end the call feeling much better. One problem dealt with. Men like him are pussies and don’t know how to handle confrontation when it slaps them in the face. They rather run to the next target and hope the last one doesn’t catch up to them. I make a mental note to reach out and tap the shoulders of a few friends. Keep the wires alive to make sure no one surfaces on the island who shouldn’t be here.
Now if I can make sure Peyton understands she is mine, the night will end on a happier note than I could have imagined.
I glance at my watch. Even allowing for the excitement of Lila’s arrival, tonight’s bedtime routine is taking a long time. It sounds quiet up there.
I go up to my daughter’s room. In a house of white and shades of blue, Lila’s room is a sea of pink. The only light is a nightlight shaped like a starfish wearing a princess crown.
Peyton lays on Lila’s twin bed still wearing her party dress with Lila fast asleep and snuggled under the covers. But her hand still holds Peyton’s.
Sensing my presence, Peyton’s pretty eyes flutter awake and land on me.
“Come to bed,” I whisper.
She holds her finger against her lips. “Shhh. It took her a long while to finally fall asleep.”
“Let’s go to bed.” I crouch low, letting one hand settle on her hip.
In the light of the illuminated starfish, I can see the passion flare in her eyes. “Come with me,” I say. “She’s sleeping now.”
Carefully, Peyton gets up without disturbing my sleeping daughter. This woman is clearly a pro. We tiptoe out of the room as I take her by the hand.
She pauses to close the door and when she looks back at me I know she senses a darker edge to my mood. She asks softly, “It’s late, Jude. I know we need to talk, but…”
“Shh, sweetheart. Come with me,” I say without releasing her hand. We move along the hallway toward my room.
“We agreed that when Lila came back, things would go back to normal. That’s best for everyone. Actually, I’ve been thinking. Maybe I need to go back to Ohio. I don’t think I’m cut out for this kind of life. My past...it can hurt people.” Peyton is having a hard time looking me in the eye while she talks. I take her chin in hand and wait for her gaze to meet mine.
“I want to renegotiate.” I pull her into my bedroom and lock the door.
Her brows pinch tight. “Have you been drinking? Did you hear what I said at all?” she asks.
I pull her into my arms, pushing her up against the door, caging her with my big body. My lips come down on hers; immediately, she softens into my hold. I love that about Peyton. She is all spunk and strength, but once I have her in my arms, she is all mine.
A throaty moan lingers in her throat. And in my mind, I can already picture her bare, spread wide and me sinking into her tight sheath. I’ve fed her womb my seed already. Maybe I knew deep down even then we were meant to be together.
I run my hands up her bare arms. I can see the hardness of her nipples through the material of her dress. Slowly, I guide her arms to wrap around my neck and when she does, her fingers stroke through the hair at my nape.
I could write songs from the way this woman makes me feel with a simple, lingering caress.
I grin, allowing myself to feel her, really feel not just lust after, all the emotions swirling inside me. I hike her legs around my waist, rocking against her. My hard cock yearns for the velvety softness of her pussy.
I breathe in her scent. “You’re driving me crazy.” I bury my nose in her neck and just absorb her heat.
“What did my brother want?”
“He’s not happy about our relationship’s progression.”
“You told him!” She lightly slaps at my back.
“We were pretty obvious. I had to talk him out of a high school fistfight.”
Her heavy sigh brushes against my ear. “That is so Oliver. He thinks he has to look out for me when really what I do is none of his business.”
“He only wants what’s best for you. I respect him for that. Oh, and by the way, I talked to Conner.”
She stiffens in my arms. “What?” Her voice is loud in surprise, and I quiet her with a kiss.
I can feel the tension drain out of her body as I walk us to the bathroom and turn the shower on. I unzip her dress and pull it over her head. I drop my clothes in a pile then guide us into my generous walk-in shower. At the time the architect suggested it during the remodel, I thought it was a waste of space, but now I appreciate his foresight.
