Page 61 of Long Road Home

If I didn’t stop, I’d come in my jeans like a teenager.

“You didn’t finish,” she said, as I slowed our kisses, shoved my face into the crook of her shoulder to will my hard-on away. “I can take care of you.”

“Not tonight,” I mumbled, kissing her throat, her collarbone…everywhere. A sudden, demanding need urged me to press my lips over every inch of her skin and claim her as mine again. “We’ll get there. Just let me hold you for a while.”

I rolled us so my back was to the couch, her back to my chest. I grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and pulled it over her.

Then I rolled and grabbed the remote from the table and clicked on the television.

“Want to watch a game or movie?”

Her hands were curled around my forearm. “I feel bad—”

“When I come, it’s going to be inside you, on a bed, and not in Tillie’s house.”

She laughed softly and tugged my arm harder to her chest so I was hugging her.

“If you insist,” she said, kissing my bicep.

I kissed her hair. “I do. Movie or game?”

“Game. Always a game.”

I felt her smile against my skin and relaxed, pulling her back to me and settling.

I’d leave soon, but I need this time with her, doing what we enjoyed and doing it together.

“Holy crap,”Destiny said, her voice gone completely in awe once Rebecca’s house came into view. “You said they’d rebuilt, but this is massive.”

“Cooper wanted to build her a fortress after that tornado. This was their reasonable compromise.” I added finger quotes around reasonable.

“Reasonable.” She snorted and reached for the door handle. The man had gone insane. Completely overprotective and lost his shit after Rebecca rode out a tornado last summer. It had destroyed the original farmhouse, my childhood home, a couple of the barns, and dozens of the animals hadn’t made it.

Cooper went straight to work on designing a new house, cement walls, best roofing known to man, and Rebecca had essentially laughed in his face and slapped him silly. She wanted the original home rebuilt.

He’d been terrified out of his brain after flying overnight and then driving through that storm’s devastation for hours to get to her.

They’d settled on this fully built brick house, over four thousand square feet, and moved in right before last Christmas. I still did a double take every time I saw it.

A few cars were already parked, telling me most of Rebecca’s friends were already there. Andrew and Brooke were there and so were Ryan and Kelly.

I glanced at Destiny. “Are you ready for this?”

“Well.” She wiped her hands down her pale pink shorts. “I doubt it can go worse than last night.”

“I don’t know. Last night didn’t end too bad.”

Her cheeks turned the color of her shorts and she ran her hand through her hair. “Stop it,” she teased, shaking her head.

“Today will be fun. Kids will run and scream. Chicks will talk and drink wine. Men will drink beer and eat. Typical Saturday over here but with more people.”

“You’re not really helping,” she muttered. Her gaze stayed on the house, drifted to the cars, back to me. “But I do want to see these goats and chickens. Maybe ride on Gray?”

I was getting her cute little ass in front of me on a horse today if it was the last thing I did. “You got it.”

While she was looking excited at that possibility, I hopped out of my Escalade and met her at the door. I took her hand to help her climb down so she didn’t trip on the gravel. As soon as we exited, I heard the distinct echo of a basketball on pavement, along with several male voices.

“Sounds like Toby’s playing ball. Want to go say hi to him first?”

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