Page 38 of Shiner's Light

“Milo.” The fatherly look of warning in Shiner’s expression can’t be missed. When it comes to his son, Shiner has all the patience in the world, but that doesn’t mean he lets Milo get away with temper tantrums. Squatting in front of Milo, Shiner gets eye-level with the little boy. “I know you’re still scared, kiddo, but we’ve got to start moving on. One way to do that is you sleeping in the other room where you can sleep in your own bed.”

“I don’t wanna,” Milo utters, sticking his bottom lip out. “I’s stays here with you.”

“Little man, tonight, you’re in the other room,” Shiner states. “I’ll be right across the hall from you and will hear you. If it’ll make it better for you, I’ll put a movie on in there for you to watch until you go to sleep.”

“Can I watch Bluey?” Milo barters.

“Why the hell not,” Shiner agrees, a smirk toying at his lips.

“Deal.” Milo nods somewhat jerkily and scoots to the edge of the bed. He goes to where I’d set out his PJs earlier and goes into the bathroom to change.

“You realize he just played you, right?” I ask, moving my gaze back to Shiner’s slowly.

“Who played who?” Shiner quips, cocking a brow. Leaning forward, he presses his hands on either side of my waist and dips his face down until his nose is pressing to mine. “Remember, honey, he’s my kid, and I taught him everything he knows. He might be three, but the kid is smart, but he doesn’t have me beat yet. Now, be ready when I get back in here. Your ass is mine.”

My lips part in a gasp that Shiner takes full advantage of. His tongue slips inside and twirls around mine, drawing mine into his mouth. He kisses me deeply, and for a moment, it’s heavenly but brief. Pulling away, Shiner gives me his devilish grin.

“Tonight, I’m going to enjoy every inch of your sweet body, Olive. So, you best be ready. Once Milo is asleep, I’m taking my time with your pussy. Two days is too damn long for me to go without your cunt sucking my cock inside.”

There’s no way to keep my thighs from clenching. Or the juices seeping from my pussy. It makes me wet every time he talks dirty to me. I always thought dirty talk wasn’t something I’d get into, but the way he does it gets me every time.

“I’m ready for bed,” Milo announces, coming back into the room. “Teethes brushed and cwean.”

“Good job, little man.” Shiner chuckles, straightens, and holds his arms out toward Milo. “Come on, tell Olly, good night.”

Milo looks between the two of us, cocks his head, and meets his dad’s gaze. “Are you going to marry Olly like Lucky is Chelswe? Is she going to be my mommy like the Stormy is to the babies?”

My breath catches in my chest at Milo’s question and the look in his eyes. Rather than answering right away, Shiner moves, closes the distance between the two of them, squats down, and pulls Milo to him.

“Is that something you want?” Shiner asks, his voice soft and sweet, though I don’t miss the assessing note hidden within.

“I never had a mommy, and I want one,” Milo declares, nodding. “I think Olly be a good one. She’s the best Olly.”

“That’s something for me to discuss with Olive, kiddo, but I gotta agree with you, buddy, she’d make a good mommy.” Shiner surprises me by saying. “I’ll let you in on a secret, though, Milo.” A shiver rushes down my spine the way Shiner’s voice drops an octave.

“What secret?” Milo whispers loudly.

“I’m already planning on marrying her. Makes me happy to know you want me to marry her. But you got to remember something, little man.”

“What’s that?”

“She wouldn’t be just marrying me, ‘cause when she does, she gets you too. So, she’s marrying both of us.”

Whoa.

Can Shiner be any sweeter?

The thought of marrying him was something I used to dream about when he was no more than a crush. It was supposed to be unrealistic. With Sasha still alive, it can never happen. She’ll never allow it.

It’s time I solidify my plans. I’ll give myself tonight. One last night, then tomorrow, I’ll follow through and hope that I come out of this alive. And maybe hope that Shiner forgives me for my actions.

“Will you be my mommy, Olly?” Milo asks, pulling me from my thoughts.

Scooting to where both father and son are, I move until I’m on the floor next to them. “If that’s what you want, then I would love nothing more.”

This child has held my heart alongside his dad’s from the moment he entered this world. Sasha was never a mom to him. Milo was right about not having a mommy because she didn’t love him as he deserved to be loved. Having that title is something I would always cherish.

“I want that.” Milo nods, grinning, and focuses on his dad. “Ready for Bluey.”

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