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“I want you, Jett.”
Yeah, he was going to jack off thinking about those words coming from her lips later. Fuck him.
His voice came out deeper, more hoarse when he spoke again. “I want you too, Abbie.” He dropped his gaze to her chest, watching as the small swell of her breast rose and fell with each breath.
“Now,” she breathed, drawing his attention back to her face. “About that surprise?”
twelve
Abbie didn’t fully know what to expect as he led her to an old black truck. It was impossibly shiny, and lifted really high. There was no way she could get in without a running leap. Maybe they could just take her car if they were driving somewhere.
She paused a few feet from the car, watching as he walked to the passenger’s side. She wasn’t an idiot. She knew not to go near his car. He was still a stranger. A hot stranger she desperately wanted to fuck.
Okay, simmer down. He said he wanted to go slow. No sex. And what kind of bullfuzzies was that? She was a virgin, but she didn’t want to be one much longer. Not when he was hopefully going to be around all the time.
The sound of him slamming the door shut startled her out of her pervy thoughts, and she blinked, smiling up at him as he made his way back to her. He held a little pink gift bag overflowing with white tissue paper in his hand.
He looked nervous as he stopped in front of her, gripping the white string for dear life.
“Is that it?” she asked excitedly. “I didn’t get you anything. I’m sorry. I didn’t know we were exchanging gifts.” He waved dismissively and roughly cleared his throat.
“You don’t need to get me anything. Just seeing you is enough.”
Jeez Louise, she was going to get a cavity from how freaking sweet he was.
“If you hate it, I can take it back and get you something else,” he said as he handed her the bag. She barely listened as she ripped the paper out and shoved it at him, then reached in and gasped as her fingers brushed over something soft.
Pulling out the stuffie, she held it in front of her, her mouth hanging open.
“Oh my God,” she breathed.
“You hate it,” he groaned. “Give it back. I’ll return it?—“
“Don’t you dare touch him,” she growled, clutching the stuffed seal to her chest. “The flamethrower in my bag? Remember that? I’ll use it if you try to take Sealy from me.”
“Flamethrower?”
“I combined the gun and lighter. More efficient.”
She looked back at her little gray seal. He was so freaking cute, and she somehow knew Ottie would love playing with Sealy. Oh, she was so excited to introduce them.
“Ottie is used to being an only child,” she muttered, glancing at him. “You know how they can be. He’ll likely be jealous of Sealy taking some of my attention away from him. But he’ll get over it.”
“Good,” Jett said tightly. She glanced up at him, finding his eyes crinkled and his hand covering his mouth. Maybe he had heartburn. Also something that happened with age.
“Thank you, Da—Jetty! I love it!” She wasn’t sure if she was ready to call him Daddy yet. Despite wanting it to her soul, she didn’t feel like it was right yet, and she didn’t want to force it.
He cleared his throat again, sliding his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “You’re welcome, pretty girl.” She chewed on her lip as she clutched Sealy to her chest. “What is it?”
“Can I give you a hug?” she blurted. He looked a bit startled, and she braced herself for rejection. But to her utter shock, he opened his arms wide.
She threw herself at him. He didn’t budge an inch as she wrapped her arms around his waist. He was so broad, her hands couldn’t reach all the way around, but she didn’t care. Not when he wrapped his big arms around her and held her close.
Her eyes fluttered closed as she breathed his scent in. Not in a weird way. But something about it made her feel safe. She nestled her head against his chest, and he seemed to relax.
“Come on, pretty girl. I’ll walk you to your car.”
“We’re leaving already?” she asked, pulling her head away to look up at him.
