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For a moment, Speed felt sick and as if he’d crossed the line. Then, he recalled how easily Francis had rejected and resented him for having something more, for having something better than a blind need to avenge Mickey. And Speed became furious again at Francis’s betrayal.
“Fuck you. You never loved me,” he said, sneering at the phone. He snatched it off the counter and shoved it in his pocket. He had to keep it on him in case Francis called but Speed was done feeling sorry for him. Francis never gave a damn about anything but Mickey so Speed was putting himself and Blake first from now on.
ChapterSixteen
“Just remember that she loves us and she means well.”
It was a daily occurrence—this reminder—and Blake hoped that Speed never had a reason to regret marrying into the West Family. But if he did, it would probably be Blake’s hyper-meddling big sister.
She was going for some kind of record, judging from her latest message to their family group chat. Blake was on his way upstairs to warn Speed when the doorbell rang. He could see a delivery truck in the window and waved as the driver left a box on the front step.
“I’ll get that,” Blake called on his way to the door.
The package was addressed to a Mr. Eldon Speed and was from Saks Fifth Avenue, in New York City. Blake’s face scrunched. It was probably more shirts or another fancy tracksuit so he tucked the box under his arm and ran up the steps. Speed was in the spare bedroom at the end of the hall, reading with his feet propped up on the desk. He often took video calls in there and the alcove with its view of the pool and the woods had become his office.
“How’s it going?” Blake asked and Speed hummed absently as he pulled a pen from behind his ear and made a note.
“Fine. I was going over some of these numbers my accountant sent over.” He sat up and tossed the report on the desk. “Did you need me?”
“Always,” Blake teased as he handed Speed the box. “This came for you but I wanted to warn you before Kat called or texted you and gave you another happy panic attack.”
“Why? What does she want?” Speed asked warily but Blake gestured for him to open the box. New clothes always soothed Speed’s nerves. Speed obediently cut open the packing tape with his pen, casting suspicious glances at Blake.
“I have no idea what’s inside or who it’s from,” Blake told him. Speed’s brow furrowed as he took out a white gift box. It was wrapped in expensive-looking silver ribbon and a card was tucked under the bow. Speed opened it and a wry grin curved his lips as he flipped open the box. He swept back the tissue paper and inspected a set of hot pink monogrammed towels.
“Joke’s on you, you stuck up cunt. I love them,” he said and turned the box so Blake could see. Their initials were interlocked in bold black. Blake grinned as he picked up the card.
To match the tacky flamingos. Enjoy the new pool.
“Make sure you send him a thank you note,” Blake suggested but Speed rolled his eyes.
“Maybe. I might thank him by putting a hot tub in the front yard. Can you imagine the stroke he’d have?”
“What about the high road? You’ve been getting along so well and it’s been so quiet,” Blake said as he closed the box.So much for soothing Speed’s nerves.“I’ll throw these in the wash later. About Kat…” He flashed Speed a wide grin. “It’s probably a good thing we don’t need more monogrammed towels. She still thinks the whole room/womb mixup is hilarious and says she wants to give us aroomnow too.”
“A room or a Roomba?” Speed asked, his lips twitching as he fought to keep them straight. “A vacuum cleaner makes a lot more sense as a wedding gift.”
“No, she means a room. Like this one or the smaller one in the middle of the hall. You know Kat would never get us something sensible.”
“Oh. She’s not moving in, is she?” Speed’s nose wrinkled and he winced, making Blake laugh.
“She doesn’t want to move in. She wants to get a head start on designing a nursery for us. Kat says she won’t be able to once she’s pregnant because she’ll be too emotional or too invested to be objective?” Blake gave Speed a mystified look. “I think she’s just being pushy like she always is.”
“Hmmm…” Speed rubbed his lips together and was very serious as he reached for Blake’s hips. Then, he shook his head, resolute as he squinted up at Blake. “No.”
“No?” Blake’s brows jumped. He was immediately intrigued.
“I’d die for Kat and I’ll never be able to express just how much her love and generosity means to me but…No.I can’t think of a single thing I want more thanourfamily but I don’t want to skip over this part.”
“I’m not sure what that means but I am so turned on right now.” It was a heady combination of Kat not getting her way and Speed standing up for whathewanted for their future. Blake loved when Speed put his foot down and got pushy with him. Especially in the bedroom. Speed was usually so eager to spoil Blake and atone for past bad behavior.
“It means…” Speed purred, his hand sliding around to squeeze Blake’s ass as the other plucked at the fly of his jeans. “that I want to slow down and enjoythistime, when it’s just us and I can taste you and fuck you in any room and on any surface in this house I please.” He had Blake’s jeans and boxers down around his knees with a few quick tugs. “You’re my family right now and I want us to grow together and get stronger first. And we might want to have something wild like a sex room before we rush into having a nursery and being responsible for another human being,” he added, his eyes heavy with lust as they held Blake’s.
“Fuck me now and tell me about this sex room,” Blake ordered and guided Speed’s lips to his cock.
“Have you ever been fucked in a swing?” The words were hot huffs against the head before Speed sucked.
“No!” It was a delighted yelp as fingers strummed Blake’s hole, making him rise on his toes. Anxious need coiled in Blake’s core and he craved the feel of Speed’s cock there. A low, wicked chuckle rolled from Speed. He released Blake’s shaft and Speed was mesmerizing as he rose and took his time, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers. Speed turned Blake, holding him close and panting in his ear as their need swelled. His hands roamed Blake’s chest under his shirt and cupped his sac, possessively seeking and inciting.
