Total pages in book: 178
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
When he closed his eyes, I put my hand to his chest, feeling the steady thumping of his heart, and the words he spoke made my heart respond in kind. “Far as everyone else is concerned—” He pressed another kiss to my hand. “—there may as well be a ring on this finger.” He watched for my reaction, and when he didn’t get one, he prompted, “You feel me?”
My heart both warmed and ached instantaneously, but I trusted my gut, when I whispered, “I feel you.”
I didn’t realize he was apprehensive until he released a long breath, replying on an exhale, “Good.” His gaze fell to my lips. “Now kiss me, baby.”
So I did. I kissed him long and hard, my tongue sweeping out to meet his, and he held me to him almost as if he was as frightened of losing me as I was him.
Our love was insane. Like smiling into the face of a firing squad.
God.
Why were we like this?
The answer soon revealed itself.
Because living without each other was not a life worth living.
Yes, we were crazy. And that was okay.
He would be my remedy. I would be his therapy.
Because we were crazy in love.
Chapter
Twenty-Nine
Lexi
The next morning, when the little monster barged into my room and found his father in my bed, he growled, “You had another sleepover?”
My laughter shook the bed, and when the man at my back snuffled out a laugh into my hair, I snorted.
This child. I couldn’t even deal.
It was too early for this.
I lifted my head and yawned. “Morning, sweetie.”
He stood at the foot of the bed, looking mad as a bag of cats at a greyhound meet, and when he folded his arms across his chest, my eyes widened. He muttered, “It’s not fair. How come Daddy gets to sleep in here? Why can’t he sleep with me?”
To that, his daddy responded a sleep rough, “You wanna sleepover, little dude? All right then.” The arm he had around me tightened as he stretched. “How about you come sleep at my place tonight and we’ll do...” he grumbled, half asleep. “I don’t know. Manly shit.”
A.J.’s face turned shocked then morphed into disbelief before settling on pure excitement. He put his arms up in the air, and yelled out, “Yes!” before hightailing it out of the room, running down the hall, and—if I wasn’t mistaken—he was already in his room packing a bag.
I spoke into the silent room. “What about Mommy? Is she invited to the manly sleepover?”
Twitch reached up under the covers and squeezed my breast. “Nope. Sorry, Mommy. Only boys allowed.”
I feigned upset. “Oh, no, whatever shall I do?”
He moved my hair to the side, pressing a long kiss to my neck. “Keep backin’ that ass up and I’mma fuck you into next week.”
Jesus.
The dirty talk never failed to excite me. And when I accidentally—on purpose—pressed my ass back into his morning wood, he hissed out, “Jesus. You don’t know when to quit, baby.” He made a growling sound deep in his chest, before he warned, “Stop.”
I pouted. “Okay.” Reaching for my robe, I slipped it over my naked body, tying it around my waist before picking up Twitch’s boxers and putting them within arm’s reach. He watched me pick clean underwear, and when I looked through my closet, pulling out a plain black dress, he made a noise.
Twisting back, I blinked. “You don’t like it?”
He made a face that said he did not.
Why did that matter to me?
I put the dress back, and when I pulled out a tan-colored, knee-length dress with a pencil skirt, he pursed his lips in approval.
“Okay,” I uttered, taking it with me to the bathroom.
I showered quickly, and as I opened the bathroom door to let out steam, I listened to the conversation my son was having with his father.
“Why do you call Mummy baby? She’s not a baby. She’s a lady.”
“Well, yeah,” Twitch explained. “It’s a term of endearment.”
A.J. didn’t understand. “What’s a terma deermat?”
Twitch snuffled out a laugh. “Something you call someone you care about very much. And I call your mom that because I love her and want to keep her safe, and I’d do anything to protect her.” He paused. “You get it, bud?”
“Yeah,” uttered A.J. “I get it.”
I smiled to myself, stepping out of the bathroom and checking the time. With an anxious squawk, I rushed into my room and came out hopping on one foot, trying to put my shoes on without falling. “Oh, shoot. I’m going to be late.” Snatching my bag up, I called out, “Okay, I have to go. I love you, honey.” I paused at the door, smiling at my little man. “See you after school.”
That was when A.J. called back, “I love you too, baby.”
And the silence that followed was absolutely horrendous.
Unable to stop myself, I started to laugh at the sheer horror on Twitch’s face. “Oh my stars, Daddy.” I laughed silently, and when he looked at me with an expression that yelled Help! I shook my head, my entire body quaking with suppressed mirth. “I am not touching this one with a ten-foot pole. This is all on you.” I opened the door and stepped out of it, choking on the hilarity. “You have fun with that!”