Page 61 of Moonstruck Kiss

As I approach their cabin, I see Ollie jump up from his verandah chair.

“Joey!” he calls out, running full speed towards me.

“Hey!” I stop and get off, then open my arms to catch him.

“My Angel Mama’s wing is broken!” he cries as he hugs me fiercely. “It was on the floor and I stepped on it!”

I kiss his head. “We’ll fix it. Show me where it is.”

He takes my hand and leads me to the cabin.

My breath hitches as I lock eyes with Brax. He’s standing on the verandah, leaning against a pole and looking at me with such heat that I feel like a candle melting under the sun.

“Hi,” he greets almost lazily.

“Hi,” I gush out.

“Come on, Joey,” Ollie urges, pulling me towards the front door.

Geez, I didn’t even notice that I’d stopped.

“I’ve got everything needed to fix Angel Mama’s wing,” I say to Brax, my voice suddenly croaky.

His lopsided smile is so damn sexy I want to throw my arms around him. Hell, I want to throwmyselfat him.

“Thank you. He was bawling his eyes out but calmed down when I said you were coming to fix it.”

“It’s inside,” Ollie says impatiently, tugging my hand.

We follow Ollie to the living room, and I inspect the damaged figurine sitting on the coffee table. Thankfully, it was a rather clean break. I take my time glueing the wing back to position, with father and son intently watching me.

“There,” I say as I carefully put down Angel Mama. “We just need to wait for about twenty minutes for the glue to dry.”

“Then can I paint that?” Ollie points to the small section where the break was.

“Yes. We might not be able to match the exact shade because the existing colour is not so white anymore, but if you like, you can repaint the wings entirely and not just that small part.”

“Really?” He’s all smiles now.

“It’ll look like new,” Brax says.

Ollie nods. “Is it twenty minutes already?”

“It’s not even two minutes, bud. Why don’t we offer Joey something to eat and drink first?”

“Okay. Do you want apple juice, Joey? And an apple or a mandarin or grapes or…” Ollie glances at the fruit bowl on the dining table. “Strawberries.”

I chuckle. “I’d love some grapes, thank you. And just water to drink.”

“I’ll get it,” Brax says, getting up from the couch.

“I’ll join you.” I follow him to the small kitchen behind a wall.

“Hi,” we whisper at the same time once we’re out of Ollie’s sight. And then we fuse our mouths together for an instantly passionate kiss.

It’s not long before I feel his erection poking my belly. I grind my hips against his, swallowing back a moan that threatens to come out.

“Fuck, Dimple,” he breathes in my ear. “I missed you so damn much.”

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