Page 49 of When We Met

Leaning down, I pick Sev’s legs up and put her back in her bed. She doesn’t stir at all.

Closing their door, I make my way back out to the kitchen where Kacy is standing at the sink, a glass of water in her hand and staring at the cat on the counter beside her. “I hope it’s okay. I helped myself to water.” She gestures to the cat. “I didn’t know you had a cat.”

“We don’t.” The cat looks at me, his ears back as if he knows what I said. It’s a true “what the fuck” look.

“Oh my God.” Kacy shoots me a panicked expression, backing away from it. “How’d he get in here?”

I laugh at her startled face. “I’m just fucking with you. That’s Sev’s cat, Vader.”

She holds her hand to her chest. “You jerk.”

I stand on the other side of the kitchen island that’s separating us. She smiles, and then that turns into a laugh.

“Did she see us?”

I shrug and try to work a little more of that Southern accent into my words. “Probably, I don’t know. She asked me if I liked you.”

By the new flush in her cheeks, I’d say that kiss is still very much on her mind. “To be five again.”

I eye her chest and then lower to the parts I wish were on my fucking cock at the moment. “My thoughts are definitely not that of a five-year-old.”

There’s hesitation in her eyes, but she smiles around it. Her gaze trails over my face, down my chest, and lower. “Neither are mine.” She moves around the counter and toward me.

I have no idea what I’m going to do next, but I know my heart is hammering in my chest with anticipation. I want to take her hand and lead her into my room, lie her on my bed and cover my body with hers.

“Daddy!”

The voice of my youngest rings through the house, but it’s hysterical crying, which tells me this isn’t a quick fix. This is an “I had a nightmare, so my ass is sleeping in a toddler bed again” kinda cry.

Goddamn it!

Letting out a heavy sigh, I step back with a suffering groan leaving my lips. I glance over my shoulder at the hallway and then back to Kacy. “I’m sorry. I’d like to say it’s never like this, but it is.”

She puts her hand to my chest. She smells so fucking good that it makes me want to lick every inch of her, and that’s not even an exaggeration. I’d gladly do it. “It’s okay.” Her voice goes quieter. “Maybe this isn’t supposed to happen tonight.”

I hate my life right now. I glance at the cat still on the counter. I bet if he could talk, he’d call me a pussy right now. “Probably. But tell me something,” I whisper in her ear.

“Okay….”

Running my nose along her jaw, I inhale to torture myself. She smells like honey and lavender. “What color are your panties?”

“I’m not wearing any,” she says, her voice trembling, thick with desire.

My forehead rests against her collarbone. “Fuck…”

A giggle works its way past her lips. “I’m just kidding.” With her hands on my shoulders, she presses a kiss to the side of my neck. I feel that kiss from my junk to the base of my skull. “Black.”

“Sometime soon.” I draw in a quick breath and step back, swallowing hard. “I’m going to see what they look like around your ankles.”

This time a sigh leaves her lips. “I think I might like that.”

Sev’s working up to max volume and woke up Camdyn, who I’m pretty sure never went to sleep. Inside their room, Sev is crying into her pillow, and Camdyn is rubbing her back. “Toddlers are a lot of work.”

I push my hand through my hair and take a breath as I turn on the light. “What’s wrong?”

“She threw up,” Camdyn tells me without pity. “It stinky.”

Fuck. I kneel beside them to see Sev has, in fact, puked all over her bed and herself. “Little girl. It’s just puke. No need to cry.”

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