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“And we don’t pick bodyguards based on their looks,” I add for good measure, to which my daughter rolls her eyes and makes a noise I can’t even categorize.
“Whatever. I’m just saying it would have been fun to have a hot one.” Lindy drops her head down on the pillow, annoyed. “Whatever. Can we watch the holiday baking show? They’re making Thanksgiving desserts tonight.”
“Sure.” I hand her the remote and wrap us both in a blanket. “But we’re not baking for Thanksgiving. We’re leaving that to Amelia.”
“It’s been years, Mom. They’ve forgotten about the time you used salt instead of sugar.”
I smile. “Oh, you sweet summer child. Your brothers and sisters don’t forget. If anything, the longer it’s been, the more time they’ve had to sharpen their teasing skills. That’s why our job is always the charcuterie board. They’ll never trust us with cookies again.”
She snuggles closer to me under the blanket. “I’m going to bake a cake this year. Maybe Brandon will help me.”
“Go for it, sweet girl. But I’m still bringing the charcuterie board.”
Hours later, I’m vaguely aware I’m being carried when I feel Brandon’s steady heartbeat under my cheek. I circle my arms around his neck and enjoy the safety I only find in his arms. “I love you, big guy.”
“With every beat of my heart, baby.”
ASHLYN
“Baby,” Brandon whispers against my cheek. “I’ve got to go.”
I open my eyes and find him already showered and dressed in a suit for today’s game. “Hmmm. Have I told you how much I like you in a suit?” I reach up and grab his lapels, then pull him on top of me, fully aware he’s only there because he let me move him.
“No,” he kisses me, not caring that his breath is minty fresh and mine is... not. “A suit does it for you? I’ll have to remember that.”
I nod and dive back in for another kiss. “You out of a suit does even more though. Do you have an extra minute?” I slide my hands under his jacket, and Brandon rips it off his shoulders.
“You’re gonna need to get there fast, Ashlyn. Think you can keep up?” he teases as his hands move under the super soft old t-shirt of his I’ve stolen to sleep in.
Ripping off his belt, I shove down his pants and climb into his lap. I moan in his mouth as he runs his finger through my sex and slides my panties to the side. In my next breath, he’s inside me, and I’m clenching around him. “I’m not gonna need ten minutes.”
His hands cup my breast as I roll my hips over his, and I’m right there already.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good.”
“You gonna come inside me with that big fat cock?” I ask on a raspy moan, and Brandon jerks back.
“Such dirty words coming from that pretty little mouth.” He nips my lips. “I fucking love it.”
I grind down while leaning back until my orgasm comes crashing down, hard and fast and so fucking good, I fight to not scream so loud the whole neighborhood will hear me.
“Fuck...” Brandon groans and empties himself inside me, holding me close, with his lips locked on my throat. “So damn good, Ashlyn. Always so good.”
I score my nails over his scalp and hold his face to mine. “Always. Now go win me a game.”
* * *
“Mom,” Lindy calls out from the kitchen as I tie a long black ribbon in a bow around my ponytail and grab my purse.
“I’m coming,” I answer as I rush down the steps. Dean Beneventi is sitting at my kitchen counter, glaring at Easton, who stands next to Kenzie and Lindy.
“Easton,” I throw my arms around him and squeeze. “I didn’t know you were home.”
“Hey, Ashlyn,” He pats me a little awkwardly and steps back, then looks over at Dean. “I’ve got a game in Jersey tomorrow, so I asked if I could fly in early.”
“Mom, can I ride to the game with Kenzie and Easton? He’s going to pick up the twins too.”
I look over at Dean, who came inside after Brandon left, leaving Marco outside. He’s been around our family as long as Amelia’s been married to Sam. He might be Sam and Bash’s cousin, but they treat him more like a brother. “What do you think?”
