Page 61 of When We Met

“Be right there,” I yell, keeping one hand on Kacy. She smiles, and I kiss her once more. When I sigh, her soft laughter rolls through me. Stepping back, I reach inside my jeans and adjust myself. Her cheeks heat. Handing her the towel, I press a kiss to her forehead. “I swear to God, trying to fuck you is an experience.”

Her eyes find mine. “You’re not kidding.”

“C’mon, people!” Camdyn yells. “Tree!”

“I’d love to say they’ll lose interest—” I pick up the sweatpants on my bed and hand them to her. “—but they won’t.” Trying to even out my breathing, I watch her slide the sweatpants on and my shirt she’d been wearing before her shower.

Would it be so bad to make the kids wait? It’d take me what, two minutes?

“Daddy!” they scream, kicking the door. Impatient little shits.

Kacy smiles as if she gets it. “Can I come with you to get the tree?”

I nod. “They’d probably kill me if I left you here, now, wouldn’t they?”

Now her smile turns into a grin. “They’re so cute.”

“You said that already,” I mumble, disappointed this didn’t turn out like I was hoping for.

We’re all insane.

BARRON

The rest of Saturday night, we hunt for a tree for the house. I sneak about two more heated kisses from Kacy, both of which leave me desperate for more, and the kids fall asleep on the couch with her. Two days and my kids, and my dick, have met their best friend.

Pathetic. I can’t believe we’ve fallen so easily, but then again, when you’ve denied yourself something for so long, it’s easy to dive all in regardless of how deep the water is.

Sunday morning, after feeding cattle and trying to coax a horse from trying to commit suicide by taking a dip in the pond, I find myself doing snow angels in the field with the kids and Kacy.

“I’ve never made a snow angel before,” she tells Camdyn.

“You haven’t?” Camdyn asks, rolling over to lay flat on her back and stare at the cloudless sky. Thankfully this first snowstorm has passed, but we have another on the way next week. Today, it’s sunny, windy as usual, but the perfect day to have the kids outside.

“Nope. Never seen snow until I came here.” She smiles at my daughter, and I want to know what that smile looks like at 6:00 a.m. with sunlight on her skin.

I’m addicted to her wild. I’m beginning to crave it.

“Daddy!” Camdyn sits up, motioning me forward. “Come do one with us.”

I turn to see where Sev is. She’s standing next to the house staring at a bucket she’s probably thinking of getting herself stuck in later. “Don’t you dare get in that bucket, little girl.”

Sev snaps her mischievous eyes to mine. Maybe she’s wishing she could put me in it. You never know with this kid.

I step closer, righting my gloves, and walk toward Camdyn. Standing over her, I widen my stance, and her eyes brighten, laughter on her red lips. I make it look like I’m going to fall on top of her. “Don’t move,” I warn, winking.

She freezes, body stick straight, and covers her eyes with her hands, giggling.

Carefully, I fall forward only to catch myself on my hand in a push-up position. It hurts my fucking elbows like crazy, but I don’t let on. I’m trying to impress the girl next to me like a fool.

Camdyn’s laughter rings through the field, everything else snow-silent and glistening like glass, including the one I’m dying to peel back the layers on and beg for her thoughts.

Camdyn leaves us after that, coaxing Sev from the covered porch as they build a snowman near the house. The snow is powdery and won’t stick to anything, but they try.

“I love it here,” Kacy says, staring up at the sky, flat on her back next to me. “When I left California, I had no destination in mind, but I’m liking Texas.”

My heart beats a little harder. “Thinking of staying?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

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