Page 87 of In Spades

I laughed. Because what else could I do? Whatever walls I had up, Will was dead set on knocking them down, one by one. I was defenseless. For once, I didn’t give a crap.

Will slid his hands up my thighs and under my shorts. “Kris, I’m gonna tell you something, and it’s not me trying to get you naked.”

“He says as he grabs my ass.” I mumbled against his lips.

Will grinned and dug his fingers into my flesh. “Do you want me to stop?”

I shook my head.

Despite that, he moved his hands up to my waist, anchoring me to his lap. “Kris, listen to me. You’re doing a kick-ass job being a parent here.”

I opened my mouth to disagree. I wasn’t their parent. I was just their sister.

Will shook his head. “Whatever you’re about to say—save it. You’re doing more than any sister should. Your kids are safe. Cared for. Provided for. Loved. And despite everything y’all have been through, they’re thriving. You may not see it down in the trenches, but from where I’m standing, there isn’t someone better for them than you.”

My heart.

He cupped my cheeks, kissing my forehead as I wiped the spontaneous tears away. “You have no idea how much I needed to hear that.”

Will drew me in for a long, slow kiss. Languid strokes of his tongue sent shivers down my spine. His wide hands dug into my waist before skating up my ribs and over my breasts. I stifled a groan, conscious of just how close we were to the kids’ rooms.

He grunted as I rocked my core against the erection straining at his fly. “Does it make me a jackass if I told you I loved meeting the kids, but I’ve been waiting to kiss you like this all night?”

Will slid his hand under my shirt and pushed my bra cup down. The moment his thumb rolled across my nipple, my body lit up like a firecracker. I felt needy from the tips of my fingers to the bottoms of my feet. Every touch had me edging closer and closer to the point of no return.

“I think you should give me the tour,” he growled under his breath. “Let me lay you out on your bed and worship every inch of you.”

Instant cold shower.

I dropped my forehead, resting it on the crook of his neck. “You’re sitting on it.”

Will’s brows knitted together, and his jaw set in a hard line. “Sweetheart, please tell me you’re joking.”

My spine stiffened. I was not about to sit here and be judged in my own home. I knew it wasn’t much, but I had worked damn hard for everything I had.

“Kris—”

“I think we’re done with this conversation,” I said, pushing away from him. “It’s getting late, and I need to get some sleep.”

I didn’t even make it off the couch before his arms shackled around my waist and pulled me against his body.

I loved and hated that he could move me on a whim. On the one hand, it was hot as fuck. On the other hand, his audacity pissed me the hell off.

I’d let him have his way. Even though my pride was wounded, I wanted him to hold me. I wanted a man who would pull me closer during a fight, even when I tried to push him away.

“Kristin, listen to me,” Will said sternly as he manhandled me onto my back and shoved a thrift store throw pillow under my head. He stretched out on top of me, bracing his weight with one knee digging into the couch, and one foot on the floor. “I’m not judging you. You know I grew up in a worse place than this. I will never judge you, but that doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to be concerned about you. And you deserve a fucking bed.”

“And where do you suppose I put it? Hmm?”

He frowned before drilling his hard-on into the apex of my thighs. “You keep getting snarky with me, and I’ll have to teach you a lesson.”

“Your mouth is writing some pretty big checks,” I choked out as my back arched. “You sure you can pay up?” I needed to get back on birth control A.S.A.P.

His grin was downright menacing. “Trust me, sweetheart. I’m good for it.”

Without another word, he popped the button on my shorts, dragged the zipper down, and slid his long fingers under my panties.

My lips parted, and I gasped.

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