Page 166 of Wildest Forever

“Always.”

“Forever,” I whisper before he pulls my lips to his.

PACEY

ONE DAY UNTIL WAR.

I lean in the doorway as I watch Morgan potter around as she tries to get everything together for our supper. My family are over this evening and honestly, we could do without it but we, as in me, Tripp and Riggs agreed that we wouldn't tell the girls until we needed to, and we also agreed that we would give them this night.

We had the plan mapped out, but it didn't matter how much we went over it again and again, it still didn't feel like it was right.

Tilting my head to the side, my lips lift into a smirk as she lowers herself down, her top half leant over. My eyes scope the round of her ass in those light colored jeans and my dick throbs in my pants.

Gliding my feet across the floor, I stand behind her and curl my hand around her hip as she straightens herself up, her gaze catching mine across her shoulder.

“Do you need any help?” I whisper against her cheeks and I watch as her face lights up, her beautiful smile pulling me in.

“No thank you, but you can go get cleaned up for me,” she pecks a kiss on my lips and shimmies herself from my grasp and I groan.

“Fine,” I sulk off in a playful manner and climb the stairs.

Once showered, I am dressed in a loose tee and jeans. Roughing my hair up with product, I make my way downstairs, and the smell of the food warms my soul and makes my belly grumble.

“Done,” I chime, and she spins on her heel and gives me the once over before her hips sashay my way, her small hand resting on my cheek as she leans in and kisses me.

“You look handsome,” her nose scrunches and my cheeks blush. Not sure why, but there is something so hot when your wife calls you handsome. Gets me all giddy, heart races beneath my skin and goosebumps tease at the base of my neck causing the hairs to stand.

“How long until the Rivera gang are here?” I ask, my voice floating over to her.

“About twenty minutes,” she shrugs a shoulder up as she begins clearing bits away.

“That'll be more like ten... us Riveras are always early,” I wink and I watch as her eyes widen and the panic sets in.

“What!?” she shrieks as she looks around at the mess and I can see she is getting more and more overwhelmed as the seconds pass.

“Hey, hey,” I mutter, closing the gap between us in five steps and cupping her cheek in my hand. “We've got this, tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”

She nods, but her eyes dart around the room.

“I'll tidy, you set the table,” I whisper as I seal my words with a kiss before she can argue back. Spinning her away, I make quick work of clearing the countertops and wiping them down. I unload and load the dishwasher whilst she potters behind me, us moving in a dance that only we know, carefully moving around each other.

She disappears into the dining room and I know this is a big deal to her. She loves to cook, but she loves even more to cook for people.

The sound of a soft knock on our front door has my head spinning and her slender frame leaning around the doorframe.

“I'll get it,” I tell her and move towards the door. Letting my fingers curl around the handle, I push it down before pulling the door to see my mom, Aspen, Riggs, Dixie, Lainey and Tripp.

“Hey ma,” I say softly, she smiles and steps towards me and I place a kiss on her cheek. She is already searching for Morgan so I nod towards the kitchen. Aspen and Dixie walk past me, Lainey on Dixie's hip, her legs resting over her bump and she gives me a smile, Lainey gurgling as her little hands grab out. Tripp walks through next and gives me a shallow nod and closes the gap between himself and Dixie as he sweeps Lainey into his arms and she giggles as he blows a raspberry on her cheek.

Riggs is next over the threshold, and he places his hand on my chest, resting it where my tattoo is inked into my skin and after a moment, he pats it softly.

Closing the door behind him, I inhale heavily as we walk side by side and into the small kitchen.

“It's looking better in here,” he admits as he looks around the newly decorated kitchen. The walls are a warm cream and new hardwood floor has been laid that runs through to the living room. We wrapped the cabinets in a sage green and up cycled some gold handles and you don't realise how much it makes the room. The counter is still the same, but it looks newer since the makeover.

“It is, isn't it?” and pride blooms in my chest. It's not much, but we're making the empty shell into a home. The small ranch house fell into disrepair when Gerry fell ill, and well, it never got any love or care. But now, now we had the time to give the home the love it deserved.

Dixie passes us and walks into the living room, and I glance over my shoulder as she places Lainey on the floor then unpacks her bag of toys.

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