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By the time our bodies stop moving, we’re both laughing and smiling, looking at each other a little shyly. I don’t know when I’ve ever felt happier.
“I love you so much,” Timothy says, grabbing my face and kissing me long and hard. I all but collapse into his kiss. I’m worn out—maybe more emotionally than physically, but my body feels limp and sated and my head feels light.
“I love you, too,” I say softly when he finally lets the kiss end.
“As soon as the doctors say I can, I’m going to fuck the hell out of you,” he all but growls. “If you want. Of course.”
“I want. I want to fuck you too. If you’re open to it.”
His eyes go wide and hungry. “Yes.” He pulls me into another kiss, mumbling against my lips. “You’d be hot as hell with a strap-on.”
I think he’s getting hard again inside me, but I don’t get to find out.
The front door swings open.
“I got the house!” Nic shouts as he walks in.
Timothy moves fast—I’m underneath him before I can register what happened, his big body covering mine.
“What the fuck Nic, knock!” He doesn’t look angry, just annoyed as he reaches for the blanket and pulls it over us.
The door closes and Nic’s footsteps move toward the stairs. “Sorry. I didn’t know you two were…I’ll be downstairs.” His steps fade and disappear.
Timothy sighs and smiles down at me, a rueful look on his face. “I’m sorry.”
Nic wouldn’t have seen anything except my startled face, and he lives here. We should’ve gone to Timothy’s room. “Do you want to go talk to him?”
He grins. “No. Pretty sure I don’t need to explain to him that sometimes adults like to cuddle naked.”
I laugh. “I meant about his divorce.”
“Later,” he says, pulling out of me before pulling me to my feet and wrapping the blanket around me. “Right now, I want you in my shower.”
Can’t argue with that.
Chapter twenty
Timothy
“Yougotthehouse?”I ask, thundering down the stairs an hour or two later.
Nic’s standing at the wet bar, drinking a glass of water and looking mildly annoyed. “You and Mina, huh?”
“Yup.” I don’t give a shit what he thinks—he’s jaded by his divorce and we both know it. Still would be nice if he could be happy for me. I’m happy for me. I’m so fucking happy.
“Be careful,” he says after a moment. “I’m not sure she’s all in like you are.”
I wave him off. “She’s all in.”
“Last night she wasn’t. She asked if I thought you two would be a good idea.”
Huh. Mina doesn’t ask for second opinions on stuff like this. If she’s unsure, she keeps it to herself until she is sure. Remarkably perceptive of Nic, but he’s missing the bigger picture. “Last night, she thought she was a jellyfish. She was stoned. Doesn’t count.”
Nic yanks the tap on, refilling his glass and slamming it off. “I don’t want you to end up where I am. Just…be careful.”
“I’m always careful. What?” I demand when he gives me a doubtful look. “You know I’m careful.” Except for the twenty seconds leading up to my career-ending injury, but we’re not going to talk about that.
“Fine,” he concedes in a tone that feels a lot like he’s humoring me. “Contrary to all appearances, you are surprisingly careful.”
