Page 92 of Finding Hope

She smiles wickedly. Re-enter the vixen. “That escalated super quick. I was coming here to watch TV and hang out.”

I snort.

Her legs tighten around me to stop my softening dick from falling out. “Shh.”

I try to stifle my laughter. “You’re right.” I nibble her chin. “What happened to that? I had Harry Potter lined up in the DVD player and everything. Next thing I know, you’ve got my pants down and my cock in your mouth.”

Shrugging, she hums beneath my lips. “What can I say? You offered. You were all naked and shit. I took…” She tenses in an instant. “Jack… what’s that noise?”

I nibble along her skin. “What noise? I hear nothing.”

Turning her head to the side, she dislodges my lips and leaves me with a frown, then she screams and has my head shooting up.

With her tongue hanging out and her ears flopping half over her eyes, Annie lies with her head on Britt’s pillow, and her snout barely an inch from Britt’s ear.

Laughing under my breath, I press my hand over Britt’s mouth. “Shh.”

Baby Emma – who’s not really a baby at all, just a semi high-maintenance pain in my ass – cries down the hall and has me dropping my head back. “Fuck.”

Slapping a hand over her mouth, Britt’s eyes go wide with remorse. “I’m so sorry!”

Shaking my head, I climb off and groan when my softening dick slides out.

Instant loss.

Instantly, I miss her.

“It’s cool.” I lean over her, peel her hand away, and drop a kiss on her plump lips. “I’ll go out, fix this.” I look down at my condom covered dick as I pull on sweats. “I’ll help Em, then I’ll be back.”

Nodding, she attempts to sit up, but I push her shoulder back. “Stay here.” I glare dangerously. “If you escape out my window, I swear, I’ll track you down and carry you back up here. Don’t move a muscle.”

Lifting a brow in challenge, her lips twitch. “What would be involved in this barbaric carrying of the girl?” She wags her brows. “A naughty girl should be spanked, right?”

Turning to the door, I pull a tank over my head. “I can’t spank you here. You’ll wake the kids when I fuck you to take the edge off.”

She purrs. “Maybe we should go back to your place…”

I look back to her and grin. “We’re gonna need to be outta state for that. Now be quiet. Stay put. Don’t move your ass.”

22

BRITT

MEETING A MATRIARCH

Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.

Studying my neck in Jack’s bedroom mirror, I scrub my skin raw in an attempt to remove the marks he left behind last night. Red from his five o’clock stubble, then bruised and peppered with tiny hickeys. Marks that could probably be hidden easily with makeup and a well-placed turtleneck.

But not today.

Not with the minimal clothing I have, and the knowledge that every fucking Kincaid in the universe noisily bangs around the kitchen downstairs.

They know I’m here.

They know!

Stepping in close behind me, Jack rests his hands on my hips and grins like a smug jerk.

---