Page 145 of Indecent Lies

He snorted a laugh. “That’s not going to look weird at all.”

“So.” She bristled, offended, looking gorgeous and fuckable. “He’s so cute, Tait. Can we keep them? I promise they’ll be good.”

He had no chance.

“I can’t be a biker with a fucking goat,” he tried.

He heard the pleading and longing in her voice and the glassy eyes and he was done.

He sighed and moved further into the living room, he set the goat down and it immediately started prancing or whatever the fuck goats did.

By the end of the night, Texas cooked dinner, Poppy fussed over the two new houseguests and they now had names.

Glenn Coco the goat. And Baby Snowbell the cat.

He was not going to live this shit down.

It was during the night, after several rounds of heavily intense sex, that Texas woke and the bed was empty.

About to climb out to find out where his girl was, he nearly collided with her on the floor. She was half laid next to the biggest dog cushion they could find. “Glenn Coco was crying,” she whispered.

The goat was in her lap fast asleep.

His lips twitched and he went down to his haunches. “Baby, you can’t sleep on the floor.

“Just for tonight until he settles.”

“No, absolutely not. Put him on the cushion, he has the blanket.”

“But…”

“Poppy.”

“Oh, fine. Bossy. Go and check on Baby Snowbell.”

They were already feeding the kitten every few hours as it was. She was curled up in the cushioned crate they’d fashioned together.

“She’s asleep, now can we go back to bed? I’m wiped.”

She curled into his arms a few minutes later. The goat giving off little bleats.

“Swear to God, Glenn. Go to sleep.” He warned quietly.

Poppy giggled alongside his neck.

Texas grinned into the dark.

He had a bleating goat.

A meowing cat.

And a giggling woman.

Life felt good, at last. Real fucking good.

“Tait…” fingers crawled around his belly, tracing his navel and his skin heated as he got the sense his little girl was after something. “I’m not tired now…” she whispered.

He groaned and rolled her beneath him.