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Ireland had gotten her a red and black plaid vest. Under it she had a white onesie on, black stretch pants, and a pair of those wool-lined fur boots.

Not a knockoff, but the real fucking brand.

My sister was nuts.

I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact of why a baby needed a pair of almost sixty-dollar shoes. It made little sense to me. Especially since Destiny would only get to wear them a handful of times before they became too small.

Ireland had insisted, and I had learned early on—don’t argue with my sister about clothes. If I was dressing Destiny, I’d have slapped a pair of socks on Destiny’s feet and called it a day.

“I’m almost ready,” Posey declared after she was done oohing over Destiny. She had another one of those wrap dresses on, with a bow on the front. Unwrapping her would be fun later tonight.

This one had a green base with dark spots all over it. It showed way more of her tits than the last couple I’d seen her wear. “You wear that dress out?” I asked after I put Destiny’s car seat on the floor, out of the way.

Posey looked down at herself, then brought her gaze to mine. “I have. Why?”

“Because Baby girl—” I reached out, running my index finger over the supple flesh of her breast— “I’m not really a fan of other men seeing my tits on display.”

My dick reacted to her soft skin and her sweet scent. I missed her last night and then again this morning. Swear my dick ached like a fucking rotten tooth.

“Hunter,” she groaned.

I stepped into her personal space. “Rule number one, Baby girl. You don’t see me for five minutes, five hours, or five days. The first thing you do when you see me is come give me a kiss.”

I stepped back, wanting her to come to me.

Posey cocked her head as the internal struggle raged within her stormy gaze. Yeah, I liked to play in the bedroom. A lot. So far, Posey had been right there with me. Sometimes, I also liked to play outside of the bedroom. There was no rhyme or reason when I did it, but sometimes I wanted to bask in her submission.

My girl didn’t disappoint.

Posey closed the distance between us. When she went up on her tippy toes, I bent my head, so our lips met in the middle. Posey’s hand moved from my shoulders, digging into my hair, and pulling me closer.

My arms went behind her back, down to her ass, and hefted her up. Like the good baby girl she was, her legs wrapped around my hips as our gentle kiss turned hot and demanding.

I plundered her mouth, and Posey gave over to me. My dick was rock hard now, pressed against the zipper, wanting her cunt. Regrettably, both of us would have to wait.

Dinner was first.

Pulling back wasn’t easy, especially since my girl was warm and willing in my arms.

“Fuck,” I grunted against her lips. “Missed you last night in my bed, and this morning in my arms.”

Posey’s eyes fluttered closed. When they opened back up, her blue eyes reflected the same need crawling through my veins.

“Dinner with your mom first,” I said. Not sure who I was reminding, her or me. My dick had other ideas, like taking my pretty little present to her room and fucking her silly. “You planning to come back to my house after dinner?”

Her smile had my breath catching in my throat.

“Yes,” she said before twisting in my hold to gesture to an overnight bag sitting on the couch.

I hadn’t seen it when I walked it. Which wasn’t surprising. If Posey was around, all I noticed was her.

Shifting her, I made sure both of her feet were on solid ground before letting her go. “We should go now, before I say fuck dinner.”

Posey stepped away from me, heading back to her bedroom as she snickered. “I just need to put my shoes on.”

When she returned, on her feet were boots that matched Destiny’s. “What?” Posey inquired when she caught me rolling my eyes at her. “Now we match. Plus, they’re cozy and keep my feet warm.”

“Whatever you gotta tell yourself,” I said, not bothering to keep the amusement from my voice. I snatched up her bag, then picked Destiny’s car seat up. “Looks like my girls are ready.”

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