Page 29 of Ambrosia Kisses
Even if it takes the rest of my life to convince her that she's it for me, I'll do it.
A soft sound pulls me from sleep a few hours after dawn. I pop my eyes open, already reaching for Paisley. But she's still snuggled up against me like she hasn't moved at all.
A thud sounds from outside the door.
"Shit," I mutter, yanking the blanket up over us half a second before Lucy waddles into the bedroom.
Her blue eyes land on me and then go comically wide.
"Hey," I murmur, not sure what the fuck else I'm supposed to say.
Her gaze drifts from me to Paisley and then back before her lips curve up into a grin. "So…I guess this means we aren't feeding you to the sharks?"
"Do I even want to know which of you decided that should be my fate?" I ask.
"It was me."
I glance down at Paisley to find her blinking bleary eyes at me. She looks so sweet and sleepy. My damn heart rolls in my chest, my cock hardening. Christ, she's gorgeous.
"You were that pissed, huh?"
"Just a little," she says, her voice still raspy from sleep. And then her gaze drifts toward Lucy, her cheeks turning pink. "Um, hi."
"You didn't come over for breakfast, so I thought I should come and make sure that you didn't get wine drunk and drown in the tub last night," Lucy says, barely managing to contain a smile. "But I guess you're good."
"Yeah, I'm good."
Laughter burbles from Lucy's lips. "I'm going to assume that we're not still hanging out today."
Paisley peeks over at me, biting her lip, and then back at Lucy. "Can I take a raincheck?"
"Yep," Lucy says cheerfully. "But you aren't getting out of karaoke tonight. Mama Gracie is watching the girls so Oliver and I can go." She flicks a gaze at me. "You're coming too."
"Uh, I am?"
"Yes. We're all going. It's tradition."
Paisley must notice the confusion on my face because she quickly fills me in. "She convinced Oliver to take her out dancing the night before she had Lyra because she was overdue and wanted to induce labor. But Oliver was convinced it wasn't safe, so he dragged everyone along with them. And it's a good thing he did because her water broke on the dance floor. Now, she drags everyone out to the same bar the night before Lyra's birthday every year and calls it a tradition." Paisley's lips quirk into a grin. "We go under duress."
Lucy gasps like she's offended. "Uh, rude. I do not call it a tradition. Itisa tradition. And you guys freaking love going out with me."
"We'll be there," I promise her.
"We, huh?" Lucy beams at me. "I like the sounds of this."
"Your brother-in-law is naked under this blanket, Lucy," Paisley says.
"Oh my gosh!" Lucy spins around with a squeak. "I'm leaving. Don't tell Oliver that I saw Ridley naked!"
"What the fuck? You didn't see me naked," I mutter.
Paisley just laughs as my sister-in-law scurries from the room like her ass is on fire. I dip my head, narrowing my eyes at her. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
"Yes," she confirms. "I love her, but I need to pee, and she wasn't going away without a reason to go."
I chuckle, brushing my lips across hers.
She melts beneath me, her eyes fluttering. "You stayed," she whispers against my lips.
