Page 80 of Wedlocked

Days of round-the-clock activity and people might be something I felt in my old bones, but for Bodhi, it was mental, not physical.

I swayed closer, holding him hostage with my unrelenting stare. “So you’re telling me that every time I came close to tell you to slow it the hell down, you didn’t speed off on purpose?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Shock widened his eyes. “I mean no, Daddy.”

He was fucking adorable, wasn’t he? I had to fight the urge to smile and ruffle the wild waves tousling in the wind.

“Which is it, baby?”

“I was having fun.”

I made a sound, reaching into his lap to grab the knit beanie out of the helmet. “Good to know you think giving your daddy a heart attack is fun.”

“Well, if you had your way, I’d drive like a granny,” he smarted off.

I gave him a hard look, and his lips rolled in. “And now look at you sitting here in the bitter cold with no hat. Your ears are going to freeze.” I tugged the thick black hat over his head and adjusting it so the bill could keep the sun out of his eyes. “Probably just use that as an excuse to listen to me even less,” I muttered.

He laughed under his breath. My heart fumbled. “Mmhmm,” I hummed. I gave the hat one last tug around his ears, making sure they were covered. “That good?”

“Thank you,” he said, eyes sweeping my face.

I didn’t think about it, just leaned in and captured his lips. Our skin was cold but our breath was warm, and we both instantly opened for more. Even though it had only been hours, it somehow felt like days since I’d had his lips on mine, and I groaned low because it felt so right. Slipping my hands beneath his thighs, I tugged him closer so his legs draped over mine. His hand wrapped around the ski pass fastened on the zipper of my jacket, and his other hand went up to my jaw.

The second his glove met my face, he pulled back with a frustrated sound. Our lips popped apart, and my words formed a white cloud between us. “What’s wrong?”

His teeth clamped down on the tip of his glove and yanked. It fell between us, and Bodhi pushed his palm back against my jaw, which had a thicker beard than usual. It was cold here, so why not?

He hummed happily, fingers rubbing over the short dark hair, and leaned in again. My tongue barely had time to tangle with his when throats started clearing behind me.

“We’re in public.” Wes.

“This is indecent.” Ryan.

“Think their lips will freeze together?” Win.

“If they do, I’m not helping to separate them.” Max.

“Hey, Rush, what’s it like seeing your brother make it with your dad?” Kruger.

“I kiss his daughter to make myself feel better.” Rush.

Grumbling, I pulled back to glare at the mouth breathers crowding behind us. “Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“Not really,” Prism replied.

“We have to turn in all the keys together,” Arsen informed me, holding up a set of keys.

Turning my back to the peanut gallery, I focused on the one in my lap. “Put your glove on, Goldilocks,” I said, picking up his discarded glove to hold it for him to push his fingers inside.

Before doing so, he rubbed the pads of his fingers against my beard one last time, a little bit of dejection swirling in his eyes.

I made up my mind then that after I made sure he was fed, we’d spend the rest of the afternoon in our room. With the door locked.

“Soon,” I said quietly as he tugged the glove on.

He nodded once, then climbed off the snowmobile.

“Moving a little slow there, Coach,” Ryan observed as I followed.

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