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“What?” The word is a hiss as I stare at my ex-husband in disbelief. He rolls his eyes. “Wejustgot a divorce.”
“Otto?”
“Yo!” he says as he puts Briggs on the ground and faces us.
“What are we getting on our shirts?”
Otto’s grin is wide as his eyes bounce between us.
“I got some ideas.”
“Can I get a shirt too?”
“Definitely, Big Rigg. Let’s get you home with your dad and then we’re gonna have a big barbeque on Saturday so your dad can meet everybody. How’s that sound?”
“It’s gonna be the best day ever, right, Dad?”
Hope pours out of our son as he looks over his shoulder at Tanner. Otto winks, and Tanner just shakes his head.
“Yeah, buddy, it’s going to be great.”
My gaze bounces between the three most important men in my life, and I soak in the rightness of this moment. I needed this, and now that I have it, I won’t take it for granted.
Tanner was right; we didn’t get divorced because we hate each other. We got divorced because we weren’t right for each other. As I watch Otto buckle Briggs into his seat, I know that despite the heartache, this is the path I was meant to take.
31
FALLON
The air is heavy in the cab of Otto’s truck as we sit parked in front of his house. His arm is braced on the steering wheel as his tongue peeks out to wet his lips. My heart races, and I’m absolutely mesmerized as I wait with bated breath.
“When we get inside,”—he pauses without looking at me—“you’re gonna go into my bedroom and you’re gonna lie face down.”
I nod.
“Princess?”
“Yes?” My response is breathy, and I know he hears it by the way his eyes darken.
“You’re gonna hike that dress up so I can see that pretty backside when I walk in. Are we clear?”
“Yes.” My thighs clamp together at the seriousness in his tone.
“You gave me a lotta grief today…” He trails off as the insinuation hangs between us.
“I know.”
“Gonna be hard to sit down tomorrow.” I swallow and shift in my seat as if the movement can prepare me for his hands on my flesh.
“Then I’m gonna fuck you in that dress.” His eyes rake down over my body. “We got a long night ahead of us, Princess. You sure you’re up for it?”
“Yes.” It whooshes from my lips like a plea and a prayer, but his face is stoic as ever and completely at odds with the man I know.
I like it.
I like that he’s so consumed by this—byme.
“Go on inside then.”
