Page 145 of Major Love

The tip of her nose nudges mine, and the breadth of my chest swells as I breathe deeper.

“You know who my best friend is, Jason,” she whispers gently, her lips almost touching mine.

And then in the next second she’s squealing, delighted laughter screaming out of her as I haul her out of the truck. I toss her over my shoulder and grip her waist, grinning because this is the second time that I’ve got her in a fireman’s hold.

“Jason!” she exclaims, the heat of her soft body getting me high, and raw hunger spreads through my chest as I slam the passenger door shut behind us.

“Don’t want you ruining your heels in the snow,” I tell her, chuckling as she laughs against me, and working my key into the lock.

The second that we’re inside I flick on the warm sconces, and then I’m turning us one-eighty so that I can slide the locks while I kick off my boots.

“What aboutmyshoes?” Sunday asks tauntingly, bending one knee so precisely that her tall heel almost scrapes my jaw.

I smirk and shove her leg down, delivering her a firm spank as I stride for the stairs.

She yelps and giggles against me. Yeah, I knew she’d like that.

“They can stay on,” I tell her, taking the steps two at a time. Then I add a rough, “For now.”

“Jason,” she giggles, and I can’t help but smile, too.

Then my phone is vibrating in my back pocket, most likely because it’s just reconnected to the home wireless after no signal on the mountain roads, and I huff out a laugh as Sunday fights my hands for it, those claws that she was referring to in the bar giving it to me real good as I pry the cell from her grasp.

And then, just to fuck with her, I pass it right back to her.

“Read ’em to me, baby.”

She gives me another taunting brush with her heel against my jaw, and I chuckle as I push it away, giving her another spank on the ass as I carry her toward our bedroom.

“Beckett, Beckett, Knox, Madden, Beckett–” she reads off, scrolling down the screen of messages as I flick on the sconces in the bedroom.

There are two lights set high up on the wall that are facing the bed, and they cast the room in a warm glow that looks dark and intimate against the wood panelling.

“All work,” she murmurs quietly, undeniably sounding a little relieved, and I give her behind a reassuring rub, so that she knows she never needs to worry about that kind of shit with me.

“It’s only ever work, sweetheart,” I rumble, letting her slip my cell into my free hand.

And then I toss it straight across the room, smirking to myself as Sunday howls with laughter.

It lands on the loveseat in the corner as I kick the door shut behind us, and I haul Sunday down from my shoulder and start backing her up toward the bed.

“Will you have to be up super early again for work tomorrow morning?” she asks breathlessly, already knowing the answer to that question but maybe trying to see if she can change the fact.

I nod as I envelop her perfect waist in both of my hands, and then I let my palms roam upwards until I’m holding her shoulders and pulling her toward me.

“I can change the shift times if you want,” I tell her, my voice deep and hoarse. “Could get up at six instead of half-five, but I’ll be back a little later.”

She shakes her head as she leashes her fingers through my hair, making my abdomen clench tight as she tugs me a little rougher than I expected her to.

“No, no, I want you back home as early as possible,” she rasps, and a dimple tightens in my cheek at the fact that she just called my place ‘home’.

“I liked that thing that you said in the bar tonight,” I tell her, letting her tug my shirt halfway up my abs and run her fingertips over my muscles.

And when her fingers travel a little higher, scraping my pecs, my biceps start flexing.

“Which thing?” she asks huskily, entranced by the sight of her skin against mine, my tan stomach looking even darker in the low light of the bedroom.

I clear my throat and caress her waist, trying to maintain control as my voice lowers even further.

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