Page 152 of Forgive You

I’d much rather have him with us in Braeden, but he’s determined to make it big as a singer-songwriter, and who am I to stand between him and his dreams? Just because my dream is living in a small town with a bunch of kids and tailing that gorgeous woman standing in my closet, doesn’t mean that’s the same for Jordan.

“You have to tell him.” Her blonde hair dances when she finds my eyes over her shoulder. “And Ford.”

“I know. I will.”

“Today.” She throws a cute light blue sundress over her body, then grabs a scrunchie to put her hair up in a high ponytail.

She looks so fucking sexy.

“Does it have to be today?” I crook my finger at her, telling her to come closer.

She does, and when she’s standing beside the bed, I move to the edge. I drop my legs on either side of hers, locking her in once more and pulling her close.

“Yes, it has to be today.”

“Why?” I grab her legs so she’s straddling me.

“Because I found us a house.”

My eyebrows lift, my fingers digging into her hips in excitement. “You did?”

She hums in agreement, brushing her nose against mine. “A cute Cape Cod-style house with a back porch, two blocks from Hunter and Charlotte’s.”

If my heart could radiate light, I’m sure it would be as bright as the sun right now.

“No way.” A warm feeling bubbles inside me, almost as heated as the longing in Julie’s eyes as she continues.

“Five bedrooms. One that can be turned into an office. Long driveway for at least two cars. Big backyard with a treehouse in the back.”

It’s perfect. I can feel it in the tingly feeling in my stomach when I look at her.

I don’t have to see it to know it’s perfect. I can see it in the reflection in the gaze of the woman I’d walk through fire for.

She thinks it’s perfect.

Who am I to disagree?

“Two blocks from Hunter and Charlotte’s, huh?”

A hot breath flies over my face before she kisses me deep enough to hum my entire body alive. The little tease pushes my back onto the bed, mimicking my earlier moves by kissing her way down my neck.

My eyes shut, enjoying every connection of her lips on my skin and wallowing in my desire that’s growing by the second. “Is this your way of making sure I don’t protest about his house?”

I’m not gonna protest. Hell, she could ask me to live in a tiny house with her and be minimalistic and I would still do it. I’d crash at Hunter’s every other weekend just for a proper bathroom, but I’d still come home to her.

“No,” she says, a smile audible as she drags her body down my torso.

When she’s hovering above my groin, her hands push up my t-shirt, and I swallow at the sight of it. She slides my swimming shorts down, instantly met by my cock, grateful to be free.

“Then what is this?” I question on a breath, my body jerking when she takes me into her mouth.

Oh, shit, that feels good.

Big brown eyes blink innocently as she starts sucking, her plump lips moving up and down my shaft. She’s trying to distract me.

It’s working.

Desire flames through my loins. My muscles tensing and releasing in all the right places.

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