Page 137 of Property of Stone
The change wasn’t a bad thing, it was just fucking unexpected.
If he claimed Taryn at the table as his ol’ lady, he’d be stuck with the same pussy for the rest of his life. Could he live with being tied down? Or would he get so damn restless that he’d start searching for pussy elsewhere?
A couple of the Kings’ ol’ ladies were raised in the club. They didn’t give a shit where their ol’ man stuck his dick as long as he wrapped it tight, he came home at night, she maintained her position in the club, and he provided enough scratch for their family.
Taryn wouldn’t be one of those. To her, that shit wouldn’t be normal. She’d leave his ass the same way she left Gentry’s.
If he fucked around, he’d “find out” the hard way.
No matter what, he wasn’t rushing to hand her a “property of” cut.Hell, he wasn’t sure if she’d even accept it.
He’d only known her a couple of months. That wasn’t long enough to make a life-changing decision, despite the fact he liked her in his house, liked her in his bed, loved fucking her, liked her working in The Castle’s kitchen where he could keep tabs on her, and she was great with his kid.
Damn.
That was too many positives to deny. He tried to think of any negatives.
The only one he could come up with immediately was the fact that if they ended up permanently together, he’d either have to buy another house or spend a fortune adding an addition onto his current one.
The reality was, they couldn’t keep letting Wren and Sunny share a room. It wasn’t fair to Sunny. As a girl child, she needed her privacy. And as a boy child who would soon be dealing with uncontrollable hormones, Baby Bird needed his, too. Maybe not now, but soon.
For Stone, jacking off as a teen had become a professional sport. If he only had a fucking dime for every time he pulled one off, he’d be a fucking millionaire.
But right now, sharing a room with Taryn’s boy was a good lesson for Sunny when it came to dealing with shit she didn’t like. She had to learn that she wasn’t always going to get her way.
“It has to do with this.” Taryn cupped the back of his head, rose up on her bare toes, and planted her lips on his.
Fuck yeah.
But he was pretty damn sure that sex wasn’t the only reason why she would miss him.
When her tongue swept through his mouth, he held back to see how this would play out.
Pretty fucking well.
He loved a woman who took the initiative.
He loved a woman who didn’t hide her body or her flaws. Taryn owned that shit.
He loved a woman…
His brain glitched.
Fuck.
No fucking way. That couldn’t be right. Since when did he become some stupid cuck simping over some woman because she gave him a taste of her pussy?
But the woman kissing him and making his dick ache wasn’t just “some woman.” She was Taryn.
He knew damn well the only agenda she had when originally agreeing to their arrangement was wanting to keep Wren safe and out of her asshole ex’s hands.
She certainly didn’t do it to trap him.
Goddamn it.
She’d burrowed her way into his soul without even fucking trying.
And his stupid ass let it happen.
