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Fucking moans...And my dick goes from a semi to full-blown hard-on in two point two seconds flat. That one fucking sound is all it takes.
Knowing exactly what she just did, she tosses me a dazzling smile, then gives all her attention to Kerrigan, who’s just mimicked Everly’s action and now has frosting all over her lips. “Is it good?”
My baby girl’s smile is instantaneous as she bobs her head and swipes again before finally picking up the cupcake and biting it. Pink frosting covers her lips, nose, and cheeks, but she loves it right before her strawberry topples to the table.
“She’s adorable, Cross.”
I drag my eyes back to the goddess sitting across from me. “Thank you.”
“I guess I should have asked you some better questions after all.” Everly swipes another taste of frosting, and I get the sudden urge to paint that frosting all over her beautiful body.
“Guess so,” I agree. “You could ask them now, you know.”
Those aquamarine eyes glimmer. “Okay. How about is there a Mrs. Wilder I should know about?”
“There is.” I nod and sip my coffee. Damn, this is good.
“You’re married?” Everly’s eyes bug the hell out of her head like I knew they would.
“No,” I shake my head. “Never married. Mrs. Wilder lives in Maine with Mr. Wilder. They were who we visited over the summer. My mom is theonlyMrs. Wilder. She’s pretty amazing too,” I add, just to be a dick.
She shakes her head in realization, hiding a relieved smile when it dawns on her that I mean my mom, not my wife. And instead of laughing like I expected, she swipes her finger through the cupcake frosting one more time. Only this time, instead of bringing it to her own mouth, she leans forward and strikes like a snake about to paint my face in frosting.
I catch her wrist in her hand and hold it suspended over the table, then lean forward and watch her beautiful face transform when I suck the frosting off the tip of her finger. A pretty pink flush works its way up her gorgeous golden skin, and a littleohslips past her lips before I drop her hand.
The whole thing takes maybe twenty seconds, but time feels like a foreign concept when it comes to Everly. Maybe someday, I’ll figure out why.
Her eyes dart to Kerrigan, whose delighted little face is still covered in frosting. She’s got the cookie in her hand now and half a cupcake already gone. “Do you like it, little miss?”
My baby girl’s eyes go wide again, as if she’s surprised Everly’s talking to her. Her little head nods up and down, her contented smile growing wider by the moment.
“Stick with me, kid. I can show you all the best sweets in town.” Everly sips her coffee, which might as well be a dessert in itself, then turns back to me. “Okay, so no Mrs. Wilder. But what about...” She glances at my daughter then back to me. “What about her M-O-M?” she whispers the letters instead of saying the word.
“What about her?” I grind my teeth at the thought of Helene. “I haven’t heard from her since she left months ago. She signed away her rights to...” I tip my head toward Kerrigan. “And to Jax,” I add.
“Jax?” Everly asks, clearly confused.
“Jax is my baby brother,” Kerrigan says without looking up from her hot chocolate.
“Baby brother?” Everly bites down on her lower lip. “Wow. Two kids?”
“Yeah, two kids. And my brother and sister live with me too. I guess you could say I’ve got my hands full.”
I wouldn’t blame her if now is when she runs away.
Hell, she probably should get as far away from me as she can.
She’s twenty-three. Young and beautiful. The world is in front of her. And here I am, almost a decade older, with two kids and enough baggage to fill her closet full of designer bags. But instead of running, she leans across the table again and runs her finger through the chocolate frosting on the death by chocolate cupcake Kerrigan made me get. “I guess it’s a good thing you’ve got big hands.” She slides it between her lips and closes her eyes for a hot fucking second, then opens them and nails me with them. “You still want to take me out, Cross?”
“I told you already, Everly. I’ll tell you what I want, and you let me know if that works for you. And what I want hasn’t changed.” Because I want her.
“I have a one o’clock football game tomorrow. How about you pick me up at six?”
“I can do that.”
“Daddy... My hands are sticky.” Kerrigan holds up her pink frosting-covered fingers, and Everly and I both laugh.
“Yeah, baby girl. They are. Let’s go wash up.” I stand and scoop Kerrigan out of the chair and catch Everly grabbing her bag from beside her.
