Page 30 of Graves & Griggs
“You’ll be where and back?” Wesley asks.
She turns to him and smiles, pressing a soft kiss to his lips that seems to melt him right where he stands. “The mall. You and Ronan will come with us,” she says like it’s a done deal.
He lifts an eyebrow in curiosity and tilts his head to the side. “Oh yeah? Just like that?”
“Just like that,” she says with a smile.
“I don’t know, little one. Convincing Ro might be more difficult than you think.”
“What will be difficult?” Ronan asks as he strolls into the room.
He wraps his arm around Skyla’s waist, effectively stealing her from Wesley, and places a kiss to her lips. Wesley doesn’t seem to mind one bit; in fact, he seems to be downright enjoying himself as their kiss lingers.
When they pull away, Skyla intertwines her arms around his neck, batting her eyes at him as she softens her voice. “Daddy.”
“Oh Christ,” he mutters, tilting his head to the sky like he’s not ready for whatever she’s about to ask.
When he looks back down at her, even I can see that she’s got him in the palm of her hand. She smiles at him sweetly as she speaks, while he seems to hang on her every word.
“Blake and I want to go to the mall to get the boys some Christmas presents. And I haven’t bought anything for Vincent yet. It’s the perfect opportunity.”
Ronan winces like he’s struggling against her womanly wiles—at least that’s what I assume is going on in his inner monologue.
“Baby, that’s not a good idea. Why can’t you buy some things online?”
“There’s no guarantee what we want will get here before Christmas, and we’ve been cooped up for too long.”
He gives her a flat look as he lifts an eyebrow. “It’s been a few days.”
“Semantics,” she says with a wave of her hand. “Please, Daddy. Pleeeease.”
Skyla begins kissing Ronan’s neck, and I watch as his resolve evaporates almost immediately. His eyes close, and he nods, tightening his grip on her as he responds.
“Fine, but Wesley and I will be sticking to the two of you like glue.”
Skyla pulls away, an excited little bounce to her step as she nods. “Wouldn’t have it any other way. Let me just go get changed,” she says and practically waddles up the stairs with her cute little baby bump to her room.
Ronan turns to me with an assessing gaze. “How likely is it that one of your husbands will skin me alive if they find out I let you out of this place?”
“Ten out of ten, though Dom much prefers to shoot his kills, so maybe nine out of ten if he can beat Zay to it.”
He scoffs, running a hand through his hair as Wesleylaughs.
“Well, goddamn. Gotta love those odds, huh, Ro?”
“Yeah, fucking great,” he snarks back.
Twenty minutes later, Skyla came out of her bedroom, alongside Asher and Liam, who both were rocking just-had-sex hair. All of their cheeks were flushed, and their foreheads were dotted with sweat. Fuck, I know having five husbands must mean a lot of sex, but this girl has to be the horniest woman who’s ever lived. I kinda love it for her, though.
Wesley climbed into the driver’s seat as Ronan sat up front, and Skyla and I took the back of the blacked-out SUV. We all chatted lightly at first before the conversation casually quieted.
Now, I find myself practically mesmerized by the white streets. It reminds me so much of Chicago. I didn’t realize how much I loved living in a snow-covered city with nearly guaranteed white Christmases until I moved to Seattle. Just cold enough to be miserable, just warm enough to only rain. Sometimes we get the occasional flurry that quickly melts away, but nothing like out here.
Skyla snickers beside me, and I look to see her texting on her phone. Her eyes catch mine, and she smirks before showing me the screen.
“This is my best friend Maggie’s daughter. She’s three now and apparently did a whole presentation at preschool about why having two mommies is better than one.”
I look down at the beautiful redheaded little girl. She looks like that princess with the crazy flowing hair and bright green eyes.
