Page 134 of Dust Storm

Christian’s cock thickened beneath me. “More where that came from.” He kissed my head. “Go back to sleep.”

“I need to get up before?—”

Like I had conjured it, feet thundered overhead.

I groaned. “Before the girls get up. Why do they wake up so fucking early? I thought teenagers were supposed to want to sleep all day.”

“Something you should know about kids…” He tucked his arm behind his head, making his bicep bulge. “Whenever youdon’twant them to catch you, they will.”

“Then I should go back to my room before they come downstairs.”

“Cass, we’re both dressed. It’s fine.”

“I’m not wearing a bra.”

His hand found my boob and squeezed. “I’m not complaining.”

“You’re insatiable.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I tipped my chin up. “I still hate that.”

Christian grinned, rolling us both over until he was on top of me, bracketing my arms with his. He pulled down the neckline of my tank top and buried his face in my chest. “Always insatiable for you, my queen.”

I rolled my eyes and shooed him away. “Off. I have morning breath and your children will be down here any second. I need to get back to my room.”

Christian rolled to his side and yanked me into him until we were spooning. “I told you it’s fine. We’re not naked. We’re not partaking in adult activities.”

I pulled his arms a little tighter around my waist. “I’m not ready for it.”

Four days ago, Christian and I hashed it out in the cabin. He cleared up his wants and needs, and listened as I talked through what scared me about getting involved with him.

I promised to think about staying on staff after the groundbreaking, and he promised to prove to me that I could handle being in a relationship with a single father.

Hence, why I was in his bed, struggling to motivate myself to get out of his arms.

Every night, I’d sneak into his room after we were certain the girls were asleep. And every morning I’d sneak back to my room before they were awake.

There had only been one or two near-misses, but so far no one was the wiser.

Except Claire. Shedefinitelyknew, which meant most of the over-eighteen population of the ranch knew as well.

CJ gave me shit for it the next time I met up with him to go riding.

I gave him shit for being a miserable son of a bitch.

Even Ray called to give Christian his two cents.

But, at my request, no one said a word to the girls about Christian and me. It made the ‘figuring it out’part a little easier.

Christian had worked so hard to give Bree and Gracie stability. I didn’t want to mess that up by letting them get their hopes up about a precarious relationship.

“Dad!” Bree shouted as she stomped down the stairs.

“Shit,” I muttered as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Christian had lulled me back into a warm slumber and I forgot I needed to get out.

Christian tipped his head away from my ear and yelled. “Yeah, baby. What do you need?”

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