Page 41 of The Sweet Spot

Our bodies slide against each other, my nipples graze his hard chest with each lift of my hips. His fist pulls my hair, giving him the perfect angle to worship my body with his mouth. Licking up my neck as his thumb drags over my nipple. And, oh God, I throw my head back on a silent moan before turning my mouth back to his.

My orgasm crashes over me with an intensity that steals my breath and scorches my soul, just as Deacon whispers my name over and over into the darkness.

Ilie naked, draped over Deacon’s bare chest, enjoying the feel of his body under mine in that sweet spot between sleep and consciousness, when I feel his lips graze my jaw. “You still coming over tonight, baby?”

My smile is instant. “If you still want me to.”

He lifts my face to his and brushes his lips over mine. “I always fucking want you, Brynn.”

The blanket cocooning us falls away, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders.

“Oh shit.”

I look up and see Ares Wilder standing in the living room and hide my body against Deacon’s chest. “Sorry. Just leaving,” Ares apologizes as he covers his face.

“Get out,” I yell, and he walks blindly toward the door with his hand in front of his face.

“Oh my God,” I half cry, half laugh. “Well, that was Ares.”

“Guess he’s another player I’m going to make puke.” Deacon fucking laughs. “Swear to God, Brynn. I’m done hiding this.”

“We’re not hiding, so much as just not broadcasting it yet,” I try to reassure him. I drop my forehead to his. Let’s get through this weekend then we’ll deal with the rest.”

Deacon drags the blanket back up my body. “Can we try to make sure none of my other players see you naked? I’d hate to want to kill them all.”

DEACON

“Does it have a pool?” Kennedy asks through my phone as I stand in the cereal aisle of the grocery store, waiting for her to tell me what she wants. “Mom and Shaun always say no when I ask if we can get a pool.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose as I stare at all the chocolate cereal options in front of me. “Listen, kid. It’s on the lake. It doesn’t have a pool. But it does have a kitchen with bowls and spoons. So I’m going to need you to tell me what kind of cereal you want me to buy.”

I haven’t even made it back to the house yet.

Not sure why I thought it would be a good idea to grocery shop before I get there.

Now I’m just hungry and frustrated in a store full of people.

This is why God invented online shopping.

Fuck this shit.

“I don’t eat cereal anymore. Mom said it’s not good for me. She’s on a protein shake kick again, and between you and me, they’re really gross.” I can picture the look on her face so clearly, she could be standing next to me. Kennedy is really particular about what she’ll eat and has always been on the small side. We’re constantly talking to the pediatrician about her not gaining weight. That’s why when we find something she’ll actually eat, I let her have it. Even if it’s chocolate cereal.

“Okay. Got it. Mom’s protein shakes suck. I’ll see what I can do about it.” I add three different chocolate cereals to my cart, knowing she’s eaten each of them before. Can’t hurt to have them in the pantry. “Got any snack requests?” I ask as I move on to the next aisle.

She answers, “Popcorn,” just as my hand reaches for the box of microwave popcorn I always keep at my house for her and grab two just to be on the safe side. “Can I have apples too?”

“Already grabbed a few.” I add a bag of Doritos for myself and turn down the next aisle.

“Did you get the Granny Smiths?” she asks, like this is my first rodeo.

“I did. And I’ll make sure it’s the good peanut butter too,” I assure her.

“Creamy, not chunky,” she adds.

“Yup.” I might not have gotten to spend every day of Kennedy’s life in the same house as her, but my kid will never wonder whether her father is paying attention to her. She has always been my first priority, and I want her to feel that with every action, even if it’s something as small as knowing her favorite peanut butter.

“Thanks, Dad.” She’s quiet while I pick out steaks for tonight, waiting on the other end of the phone for me to finish speaking to the butcher. “So... Mom said I’m going to meet your girlfriend this weekend.”

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