Page 96 of Wildest Dreams

I hear a wolf whistle and I turn around, Tripp staring at me all hungry eyed.

“Hey you.”

“God, I wish I could be with you today,” he wheels himself over, “I would sneak you away in the stables,” his voice is low,“and fuck you against the wall, making you see the stars as you come all over my cock.” My breath hitches, chest rising and falling.

“That's not fair.”

“No?” he pushes his tongue into his cheek.

“No,” I whisper.

“I promise to let you come later on tonight when you ride me, cowgirl,” and my cheeks burn as Orla steps into the room, and I move backwards.

“You sure you're going to be okay?” I ask, nerves engulfing me.

“I'll be fine, and if there are any problems, I'll come find you,” and I raise a brow. “Fine, I’ll call or shout and someone will come and get you,” he smiles, “I promise, we will be okay,” he nods at me and I find myself nodding along with him.

“I've brought Lainey's cot down and put it back up in your room Tripp,” Orla says as she grabs her purse from the hook.

“Okay.”

“She will have a bottle around two, I have already made it up. It's in the refrigerator so just get it out around twenty minutes before she's due it and she'll drink it at room temperature.”

“Milk, refrigerator, room temp... got it,” he nods as if making a mental note in his head.

“Then she will eat lunch around noon, again, all prepped in the...”

“Refrigerator,” he smirks and I nod.

“If it's too much getting her in the highchair, I have a little seat and tray that I have left in the lounge on the sofa... obviously—” he cuts me off.

“I won't leave her alone. I'll have eyes on her the whole time.”

“She will be due a nap around ten, then again at three. But don't let her sleep any longer than an hour.”

“Morning or afternoon nap?” he asks, looking over at Lainey who is sitting playing blocks.

“Afternoon.”

“Okay, cool. Well, that works well because my physio is due at eleven... should be gone for twelve.”

And jealously swarms in my stomach.

“Don’t be getting jealous little Dreamcatcher,” he smirks and Orla hovers behind me.

“I should be home before she goes down for her afternoon nap anyway,” she smiles at her son and walks towards him, placing a kiss on the top of his head.

“Okay ma.”

“Any problems...” she goes to speak but Tripp smiles.

“I'll call,” he nods at her and she steps towards the door, blowing us both a kiss before she disappears.

“I promise I'll be okay,” he reassures me, nerves still building as the seconds pass.

“I know,” I look over at her, guilt shaming me.

“She will have the best time, we will have lots of fun,” his voice pulls me back around to look at him and I stare at him with adoring eyes.

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