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“Since when?” she murmured low and sultry, but quiet enough for my ears only.
My dick instantly went from semi-hard to steel in my slacks in a heartbeat. I tightened my fingers at her waist and pressed her down into my hardness. I heard her sharp inhale, but her voice barely wavered when she answered whatever question my daughter asked that I hadn’t heard. My entire body was one big ache. Every cell throbbed, wanting relief from the sexual tension that grew tougher to restrain with each passing day.
But Trinity was adamant that we wouldn’t have sex until we were married. I respected that… My dick simply didn’t understand why I was withholding the pleasure of sliding deep into our woman’s tight pussy.
At first, the no sex—unless she initiated—was to show her that I was all in. It wasn’t just about the sex, which had blown my mind from the moment I’d first tasted Trinity. I loved everything about this woman, and if she needed me to work for the right to touch her again, then that was what I would do. But after we’d gotten engaged, she’d decided that we needed to wait until our wedding night to have sex.
It would make consummating our marriage all the more special.
I didn’t think it could get more special than giving her my last name, but if it was important to her, I would walk bent over with painful blue balls until we said our vows.
“C-catering first and then the bakery. At least we will have lunch and dessert while we’re out.” I felt Trinity shiver and had to bite the inside of my cheek to hold back a groan. Knowing she was just as turned on from something as simple as sitting in my lap made it harder to hold on to my promise to respect her decisions on waiting to make love again.
“I can’t wait for next weekend,” Madalyn said as she dropped into a chair across the table from us, not seeming the least bit annoyed that her parents were showing PDA at the breakfast table, as I imagined most teenagers would be in the same position. She’d had an entire summer to get used to it, though. “I can’t wait to help you try on wedding gowns and pick out the bridesmaid dresses. Dad, when are you and Banks going to get fitted for your tuxes?”
“They have appointments next Saturday as well. The tailor’s shop is just a few blocks from Paul’s, so we can all go together if you want and then have a late lunch afterward. Maybe see a movie,” Trinity suggested. “We need some family time.”
“Mom, we just spent months cooped up on a bus together. We played video games and board games and listened to Piper, Cannon, and Asher argue and make bets on who would win.” She put her elbow on the table and propped her chin on her hand. “I think we got plenty of family time all summer long.”
“There’s no such thing as too much family time. And I told you to always bet on Piper, but you didn’t want to listen. You and your crushes on bad boys will cause you nothing but trouble,” Trinity warned.
“I can’t help it. Cannon’s dimples are just so…” She sighed dreamily, and my head snapped up. Cannon was a decent guy, but the idea of my daughter liking him as anything other than a friend didn’t sit well with me. No guy was deserving enough of my little girl, damn it. “There is just something about them that hypnotizes a girl, ya know?”
“Where Cannon Cage is concerned?” I tensed, jealousy already flooding my veins. But then Trinity snickered, and I was able to relax…somewhat. “Those dimples don’t work on me. Nothing about him does. He’s like a brother to me.”
“Yeah, but you totally go for the older-man type. No offense, Dad. And Cannon is definitely older than me.”
“Maddie, sweet, precious Maddie,” Trinity said in a voice full of amusement. “You are well aware that Cannon is with Piper. I love Piper, more than I will ever love Cannon, actually. But she will open an entire can of crazy the world has yet to see from her if you so much as flirt with her boyfriend. Please, for the sake of my sanity, and your own well-being, stay the fuck away from Baby Cage.”
Madalyn burst out laughing. “I’m just messing with you, Mom. He’s dreamy and all, but I already have someone I’m interested in.”
“What?” I barked, shifting Trinity enough that I could glare at my kid. “Who is this boy? I need his name, address, social security—”
“Jarrett,” Trinity chided, causing me to clamp my mouth shut with a grunt. Shaking her head at me, she shifted her gaze back to Madalyn. “Tell me more about this boy. Wait, he is a boy, right? Not a grown man?”
“His name is Holden Renchford, and he’s seventeen.”
“He’s too old for you,” I interjected. “You’re only fifteen, and who knows when he will be eighteen.”
Both my girls looked at me with narrowed eyes.
“I’m about to turn sixteen,” Madalyn reminded me. “And he has another six months before he’s eighteen. That’s less than eighteen months separating us in age. There is a two-decade age gap between you and Mom.”
I couldn’t really argue with that, but I sure as fuck wanted to. Things would have been easier if I could parent in the whole “do as I say, not as I do” style.
“Renchford?” Trinity repeated the boy’s last name as she thankfully shifted her focus back to our daughter, making it easier for me to think when she wasn’t scowling at me.
When she looked at me like that, I couldn’t help breaking out in a cold sweat. Years of active duty in the marines, followed by nearly as many years working private security, and I never once had to deal with PTSD. I’d been lucky in that respect. But then my sweet angel came into my life and threw my entire world into a whirlwind that left me anxious as fuck when she wasn’t happy with me.
“Isn’t that the name of the family who recently moved in next door to my parents?” She made a sound in the back of her throat, as if the answer clicked in her brain before Madalyn could answer. “I think that’s what Mom said. They have a few kids, but she didn’t get specific.”
“Yes,” Madalyn said, her cheeks filling with a soft shade of pink. “They have two sons, but I’ve only met Holden. The other one is off at college already, Kyrie. Holden told me he’s twenty and only his half brother. They don’t have the same mom. Kyrie’s mother died when he was a baby, and then Holden’s mom came along. But Kyrie hates Holden’s mom for some reason that Holden didn’t get into. He also has a younger sister, who just turned fifteen. Hannah is great. She’s in my dance class with Hayat and Abi. The four of us have spent the last two weeks hanging out almost every day.”
“Holden and Hannah sound nice. Seems like you got to know Holden more than his sister, though.” Trinity picked up her cup of coffee and drained the mug. “You and I can chat more about Mr. Renchford later. I need a new shade of polish on my toes. Let’s hang out in the master bathroom tonight and have some girl talk.”
“Okay. But I was going to ask, can we invite the Renchfords to the wedding?”
“We don’t even know these people,” I complained grumpily, picking up my fork to dig into my breakfast again.
