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“War.” She sucks in a breath, her pussy rhythmically pulsing around me. “I’m coming.”
“Sweetness, fucking hell.”
I dive my hands underneath her and drive deep one final time. Stiffening, I throw back my head and roar as I fill her. Pulse after pulse, she takes everything I give her.
In the fire of our passion, our bodies are one, our hearts beat in sync, and our two souls merge.
“Where are you going?” Shaina asks from her side of the bed.
Sadly, she’s not naked anymore after our shower. But the night is still young. I will make certain there are more opportunities.
“Going to make sure the alarm is on,” I say without meeting her eyes.
“Checking on the girls, you mean?”
“Yeah.” I nod, my gaze meeting hers.
Her eyes dance. She knows she’s caught me.
“But I’m also going to make sure the Christmas tree lights are off too.”
“A reasonable excuse,” she teases.
“Do you need anything from downstairs?” I ask, pausing with my hand on the doorknob.
“Don’t take too long. You know I don’t sleep well without you.” She sets her latest script on her nightstand and narrows her gaze on me. “Don’t get distracted by your new studio while you’re down there.”
“I won’t.” I shake my head, unlock the door, and exit our bedroom.
She knows me. I was going to pop into the studio, but the idea for a song that she inspired will have to wait until tomorrow.
Out in the hallway, I glance around. All the bedrooms are upstairs. The rooms are filled with our guests, but the doors are all closed.
There’s a telltale banging inside Bryan and Lace’s room. I roll my eyes. Apparently, Bryan’s woman made him wait longer than mine did.
Heading to the end of the hall, I peek into Harmony’s room first. She’s sound asleep. Her blond hair looks like liquid gold on her pillow. On her dresser, her nightlight globe spins slowly, casting constellations around her room. Harmony is obsessed with fashion like Lace, but she has always been equally fascinated by the stars.
Beside her bed, I bend and press a soft kiss to her cheek.
“Love you,” I whisper. It’s easier to share the way I feel when she’s asleep.
Leaving the room quietly, I shut her door. A few additional steps on a carpet runner that softens the hardwood take me to Peace’s bedroom. I crack open the door.
Soft light from the full moon outside Peace’s window illuminates all the bookshelves inside. But my eyes widen when I realize that my book-loving daughter isn’t in her bed.
“Fucking hell.” I distinctly remember telling her to go to sleep and no reading, not even on her phone. Well, her lights are out, and her phone is charging on her nightstand. She obeyed me, yet not quite.
Scowling, I leave her room. It’s the last one before the staircase that leads to the family room. Hearing her voice, I head down. When I step off the last stair, I pass the kitchen and find her. Sitting on the window bench beside the Christmas tree, she has a blanket around her shoulders, and she is not under that blanket alone.
Shocked, I feel my jaw drop.
Peace doesn’t see me. She is too busy reading to Bo. He’s older than her by a year and much bigger, but he’s snuggled up beside her with his head on her shoulder like she’s the more mature one.
“Why are they living in a train?” Lifting his head, he gives her an inquiring look.
“It’s a box car,” she says, correcting him.
I smother a smirk and duck into a shadow beside a load-bearing beam and watch them.
