Page 88 of Property of Stone
Why couldn’t he sleep? Because of the temptation on the second floor. The one inhisbed.
Seeing the prospect trying to get a piece of her today proved he wasn’t the only one she tempted. Of course, she hadn’t done it on purpose. She hadn’t been flirting or even toying with any of the club members—not even him—while at The Castle, but even without that, something about her drew men.
It could be she wasn’t even aware of it.
But he was.
It was refreshing to have a woman in their midst whosegoal wasn’t to collar one of them. Or be worried more about the way she looked.
Taryn was simply trying to get by in life and make a damn living. Trying to raise her son right. Trying not to get beat to fuck by her dickhead ex.
However, he needed to get this plan rolling before Taryn woke up, too. He thought it was a damn good one. Of fucking course, she might not agree and put a stop to it.
When he had headed into his bedroom, he had nudged the door wider with his foot so he could carry Wren back through it without knocking the kid silly. Bonking his head against the door frame might wake up the whole household, including his own cranky crotch fruit.
After creeping up the steps and on his way to his bedroom, he had opened Sunny’s bedroom door to peek inside to make sure she was crashed, too. The proof was the soft snoring coming from under the covers pulled over her head. His girl liked to burrow deep when she slept.
Come winter, she’d be wrapped up like a fucking burrito.
He carefully carried Baby Bird into her room, keeping an eye on the sleeping boy. His eyes were still closed, his mouth hanging open wide enough to catch flies, and every muscle soft like jelly.
Good.
After gently placing the kid on the top bunk, Stone covered him up before quietly slipping back out of the room and securing the door behind him. Both kids would be surprised come morning, but they needed to get used to sharing the room since Stone planned on reclaiming his bed.
With Taryn in it.
He avoided the squeaky floorboard on his way back to his room, closed the door with a soft click, then twisted the lock so their nut nuggets didn’t barge in without warning.
He’d prefer to avoid that cockblock. He’d also prefer that Wren didn’t catch Stone’s ass railing his mother. That could cause all kinds of emotional damage for both Taryn and her son.
He shucked his boxers, leaving them where they dropped. While fisting his dick, he approached the bed and paused to study an out-cold Taryn.
She had to be worn out from spending the day shooting content for her new YouTube channel. How filming videos about cooking were so damn tiring, he had no fucking clue.
But he was happy to see that she took his suggestion seriously. He had no doubt she’d be successful at it. The more money she made from teaching online classes—maybe even doing that meal prep shit—the less she’d have to go into a stranger’s home.
Which could be a dangerous fucking undertaking on a good day.
While those videos would keep her busy in the daylight, tonight, no videos would be made.Hell no, tonight would be all live action.
He grinned.
As long as she didn’t shut him down.
His grin flattened at that possibility.
All he needed to do was play his cards right and convince her that what they did in the bathroom should be done on a regular basis.
A bonus to their original agreement.
Another win-fucking-win.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, the sheet whispered along her smooth skin as he slid it down and exposed her tempting flesh. He quickly discovered she no longer wore the PJ bottoms she had on earlier, but only a pair of underwear that looked similar to his boxers. He was prettyfucking sure his daughter called them something like boy shorts.
Didn’t fucking matter.
He settled more than just his ass on the mattress, doing his best not to shake it too much since he wasn’t ready for her to wake up. Not yet, anyway. He wanted to take this time to explore her when she wasn’t in motion. When she was completely unaware and relaxed.
