Page 51 of Jager's Prey
He groaned but merely plopped himself between me and Jager on the king-sized bed.
Jager laughed.
He was definitely a strange sixteen-year-old.
But he was our strange sixteen-year-old.
Thankfully, he fell asleep again until my alarm went off a little after eight. When I rolled over, I was alone in bed and smiled. The smell of bacon floated into the room as I stuck my legs out of the bed and gripped the bedside table to push to my foot.
I didn’t put the leg on yet—instead, I showered, shaved and entered the walk-in closet to dress in a pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt. When I exited to sit on the bed and put on my leg, Jager was sitting on the side of the bed, dressed in one of my shirts.
“Sit.” She scooted off to pick up my sock and the leg.
When I did as she asked, she slipped to her knee and set to work helping me with putting it on. I watched her intently, wondering if she’d forgotten how turned on I got when she did that. Before she had another clip down, I leaned down and kissed her forehead. I wasn’t fast enough to sit back.
Jager caught me by the back of the neck and kissed me so deeply, every part of my body came alive. I’d just deepened the kiss when Cage stepped into the room and groaned.
“Can you two kiss later?” He asked. “I’ll drive to pick us up dinner after my test, and you can smooch all you want then.”
I groaned while pressing my forehead to Jager’s and laughed.
“I’m coming.” I told Cage.
Jager had been in preparation for her next fight. While she did that during the day, she always made sure she was free to spend some time with myself and Cage. I usually pick Cage up at school, then head home and start dinner for when she got home.
I never imagined myself being a family man—but I was enjoying it immensely.
Jager flipped the last pin in place, kissed me and I helped her to her feet.
“Go, my love,” she said dramatically. “Take your son to his drivin’ test.”
I smirked. “My son. I love the sound of that.”
“Gimme another kiss and go.” She told me. “Be safe.”
For this kiss I lingered.
“See you later.” I told her.
“I love you.”
“Love you too, Jager.” She replied.
Cage was happy when he finally got me out the door, he all but dove into the passenger seat of the truck. As we drove toward the testing center, Cage couldn’t seem to stop shaking. At a stoplight, I reached over and held his hand for a moment.
“Don’t be nervous.” I told him. “You’ve worked hard. If for some reason, you don’t make it this time, we’ll support you and go with you when you try again.”
Cage nodded. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.” I checked the mirrors and made the left turn. “You and mom are keeping me, right?”
“Keeping—”
“Because mom’s parents gave her back.” He explained. “I don’t want to go back.”
Checking the mirrors, I pulled over to the side of the road and put my hazards on. Twisting in my seat, I met his gaze.
“Your mom and I aren’t sending you back.” I assured him.
