Page 153 of Forgive You

She’s knocking me out.

“Oh, fuck, baby.” My eyes roll to the back of my head, biting my lip. “What are you not telling me?”

I know this girl like the back of my hand. She’s up to something.

She releases me with a pop, a devilish smirk on her glistening lips.

“I’m not telling you that I already put in an offer.”

My eyes bulge. “You did what?”

She quickly swirls her tongue around the tip of my lid, and I let out another moan, barely able to focus. “It got accepted.”

I throw my head back, the sensation literally killing me while I try to register what she’s saying. Which is a goddamn impossible task when you’re getting sucked off like you’re shooting water and she is dehydrated.

“Baby, wait.”

Sweetly, she does as she’s told, and goddamn, the sight of her.

Ass in the air. Blonde hair messy around her pretty pink cheeks. Sun glowing over her face. Her mouth slack, ready tocontinue what she started with thick lashes slowly moving up and down with each blink.

“What are you saying?” I huff out, torn between wanting her to continue and feeling the need to clarify what the fuck is happening.

“I’m saying we bought a house.”

She’s saying we…we bought a house?

She saying…what?

“In Braeden?”

She nods.

“Close to Hunt and Charls?”

Another nod.

The corner of my mouth twitches. “And you did this without discussing it with me?”

She straightens her back, a guilt-ridden expression coming my way. “It wasn’t on the market yet. The only reason I saw the listing is because the agent did my dad a favor. They told me to do a solid offer. I knew it would be gone if it went on the market.”

This woman. She’s cute.

She drives me nuts. She’s stubborn. Resilient. Strong as hell. And even though she doesn’t even see what I see, she’s the most independent woman I’ve ever met.

I love her.

Swiftly, I jerk up, and she yelps when I grip the back of her neck, pulling her down with me, her body flush with mine.

“Is that so?” I growl with a smile dying to break through.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve talked to you about it, but the agent in me took over when the mama in me was jumping for joy. Plus, it’s the perfect location. Our kids would be growing up with Logan and Lizzy.”

Her gaze is pleading, as if I need any persuasion.

My stomach twirls like it’s training for the Olympics, my heart expanding like a ballon.

The mama in me.