Abruption (30 page)

He took Finn from my grasp. “Come here.”

“Where?” I didn’t know where he wanted me to go. I was already soaked, and I was sure as heck not getting into the shower.

He leaned down and his wet lips found mine for a brief second. When he pulled away, his eyes were soft and filled with something I’d only caught glimpses of before, mostly when he thought I wasn’t looking. It was raw and gentle, making my heart swell against the fragile ties holding it together, as a kaleidoscope of butterflies swarmed my stomach. His thumb swiped my lower lip, drying it, and then he whispered, “Who loves ya, doll?”

Finn opened his arms wide, screaming over the teaming shower, “We do, we do! To moon and back.”

I stood there paralyzed and drenched. I’d heard the three of them ask each other that same question dozens of times. It was their thing. And to think I could be a part of it. I was confident that there had never been a better
I love you
in the history of
I love yous
.

Ever.

You think I said I love you back, right? Nope.

My mouth hung open, but I was beyond overwhelmed. I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe.

“Doll, your mascara is running down your face,” Guy teased, but the look in his eyes never wavered.
He loves me
. “Looks pretty silly, right, buddy?”

I huffed, or at least I tried. I couldn’t promise I was successful at releasing any air while transfixed on my boys.

My boys.

Va bene.

It’s okay, Jules. Be this happy.

“JuJu. I clean. I clean,” Finn shouted.

No time to worry about smudged mascara, and certainly no time to dwell on the appropriate level of my happiness. Or how much I was loved. A few quick swipes under my eyes would have to do.

“Yes, handsome, you definitely are. Now if you two don’t get out soon, forget dudes, I’m gonna have shriveled prunes. And you know what we do with prunes?” I grabbed a dry towel from the caddy, tucking it around Finn’s wet body. “We eat them. Especially when you smell so delicious.” I mouthed his neck, making him giggle. “Let’s go, stinky face, PJ time!”

“Wait a second.” Guy held my forearm, turning me around. The heat in his eyes damn near seared me. “Where’s
my
towel, what about
me
? I don’t smell good enough to eat?”

Sooo inappropriate. He knew it. But his sexy smirk told me he didn’t give two shits that Finn was in the room, his daughter and mother across the hall. This was becoming a reoccurring theme. One he clearly enjoyed.

Flustered, of course, I said nothing. Again. Instead I scurried away, huffing and puffing, flying high on love. The deep vibration of his sexy laughter followed behind me.

After the teeth brushing, the pee-one-more-time, and the bedtime story routine, Finn was finally situated. His cozy, personalized, navy fleece blanket to his right and a tan stuffed puppy dog (named Casey, of course) tucked under his left arm. He was set.

I kissed his forehead and inhaled his baby scent, embracing the smell that had the power to seize my lungs. Not tonight.

“Night-night, handsome. I’ll send Daddy in to give you another snuggle.”

“Maxie and Nana too.”

“They’re already sleeping. You’ll see them in the morning, okay?”

We’d passed Max’s room on our way to Finn’s for pajamas and there was still a quiet hum. On our way back from the last bathroom trip all had gone silent. Reina and Max were passed out—lights on, open book on Reina’s chest, and a little princess tucked against her side. So precious.

“Okay,” he mumbled, his lids already fluttering closed. “I sleep in my bed. You sleep in Daddy’s bed.”

Seriously, how on earth a three-year-old could show such empathy was beyond me. I wanted to cry. A-freakin-gain.

“I know you know this, handsome face, but we’re only a few doors away if you need us. So just shout, okay?” He truly was the most amazing child.

“Love you, JuJu.”

Wow
. It could never get old.

“I love you too, Finny.” So, so much. “Sweet dreams.” I turned off his bedside lamp and decided to stay until he fell asleep. I drew lazy circles across his forehead and ruffled his hair for a few minutes until his breathing evened and I was sure he was asleep. As I stood from the edge of Finn’s bed, I felt him immediately.
No chimes needed.
The light from the hallway illuminated his shadow across the hardwood floor.

“How long have you been standing there?” I whispered to his dark profile.

“Long enough,” he answered softly. “Long enough to know my boy is looking out for his dad—making sure his bed isn’t empty tonight.”

“Guy!”

“What?” His smirk was going to be the death of me. “Can’t help it, doll. I want you. Always. And I’ve missed you so much.”

“Shhhh,” I whisper yelled. “Your mom might hear us.”

“Nice try. They’re sound asleep.” He gripped my hips and pulled me into his bedroom, shutting the door.

“Wait. Aren’t you hungry—did you even eat dinner?”

“Oh, I’m definitely going to eat.”

I totally rolled my eyes while he laughed. His lips found the hollow in my neck, and he licked his way up to my mouth.

“Guy.” I breathed, my body already responding to his touch. “Isn’t it weird? If I sleep over?” I’d been stewing all evening over this. “Your mom is here.”

He stopped kissing me and I immediately felt the loss. “First of all, my mother’s not
here
, she’s two rooms down. You’re mine, Jules. You belong
here
, with me. You’re not going anywhere. And there’s no way in hell I’m not making love to you.”

I love you.

Nope, didn’t say it. He stunned me into silence again.

“Besides, I’m pretty sure she didn’t think I showered Finn with my clothes on.” Embarrassing, I hadn’t thought about that. “We’re adults. She’s crazy about you—she’s not going to think twice about what we do in our bed. Trust me, my mom is probably squealing like a baby pig in her dreams.”

I didn’t ask, partly because I wasn’t sure what to say to all that.
Our
bed, squealing pigs. And partly because he had already parted my lips with the tip of his tongue. He kissed the corner of my mouth, trailing nips to my earlobe. His fingers slid back, lifting my hair to dig into my scalp. I moaned. I couldn’t help it. God, I’d missed his touch.

I wasn’t going anywhere. I didn’t want to be anywhere else.

Not ever.

All tenderness was gone. He ravished my neck, my chest, then back up my lips. Our tongues twisted and tangled, sucking and licking with a passionate urgency.

“I need you, Jules,” he grunted, raw and desperate. “No more minutes, no more leaving. Not tonight.”

“I’m here.”

That was all he needed to hear. My damp
garment
was up and over my head, my bra drifting to the floor. His hot mouth was on one nipple, while his warm hand kneaded the other.

I never wanted to be anywhere else.

“S
o hot,” I groaned, feasting on her silky skin. She tasted so unbelievably delicious. I couldn’t get enough of her. “Fuck, Jules, you’re making me crazy.”

Being quiet was
not
going to be easy. I walked her backwards until her legs bumped my bed. I fisted my T-shirt up and over my head and kicked off my gym shorts. Bending her knees, she scooted back and unapologetically roamed my body with a hunger in her eyes that matched my own. I tugged at the waistline of her black leggings, whipping them off. A tiny piece of lace fabric was all that was left. I crawled between her long legs, stopping to inhale a scent that should be bottled. Sweet apples, Jesus. I had to get a taste. Sweeping the lace to the side, I made a single long stroke from her tight ring straight up to her bundle of nerves, leaving me intoxicated, yet starving for more. I needed to be inside her. Now. Her eyes fell to half-mast as she groaned, arching her back off the bed.

“Making. Me. Crazy,” she panted while I tongued my way back up her smooth torso, leaving a trail of small goosebumps following in my wake. I teased and tweaked her full breasts until she writhed below me. She inched her foot up my inner thigh, her breath hitching when she brushed against my pulsing cock. “I missed you. God, I missed you so much.”

“Me too. You have no idea.” My heart drilled against my ribs as she slid her hands up along my chest. Her pulse in her neck quickened under my tongue as I continued up, stopping only millimeters from her lips. Her breath was labored, her eyes wild. “I meant what I said, doll, I love you.” I wanted to say it again, since I may not have been clear earlier. She needed to know I loved her more than I knew how to handle. And because I wasn’t positive I had the control to make love to her like she deserved. I was too far gone.

Whimpering against my mouth, she mumbled, “Then show me. Please don’t make me wait. I need you too.”

No way in hell I’d make my woman beg. Fuck it. We’d do slow and gentle later. I crushed my mouth against hers, frantic and ravenous. She clutched my upper back, squishing my chest against her tits, wanting closer. Closer I could do. Lifting her hips, she rubbed herself against me, sending a jolt straight to my straining groin.

“Jules,” I hissed. Any more pressure, I’d never make it inside her. I pulled at my aching balls to release some of the building tension before easing my fingers in and out of her soft center. Dragging her wetness up to her clit, I circled the swollen bud, letting her throaty moans guide my pressure. Jesus, I loved her sounds. I loved more that they were for my ears only.