Page 107 of Look at Her and Die

The pair of shorts she was wearing had to be my favorite article of clothing that she owned.

They were short, ripped in all the right places, and were loose enough that when I dipped my fingers beneath the waistband, I could feel nothing but smooth skin and lace.

She swallowed, but scrunched up her nose. “I’m just so surprised that she’s working, like an actual real big girl job, that I sometimes have to just make sure. I mean, this could all be an immaculate lie, right?”

“I’m not sure that someone would make up a job to the point of actually going if it was a lie,” I teased, tugging the waistband of her jeans out to see down. “What kind of panties are you wearing?”

She grinned. “They’re the kind that don’t show any lines, and smooth as butter. I got them yesterday in the mail.”

So far, other than the beach house, that was the first purchase she’d made other than necessities for herself.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and she grimaced.

“What?” I asked.

“It seems that my aunts and uncles have finally learned that I have money.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s like my mom’s family, and my aunt from my dad’s side, must’ve heard from my mom. And they’ve been calling all day. ‘Just to catch up.’”

“You should change your number.” I paused. “I’ll add you to my plan.”

Her eyes went a little wide. “That’s a big step.”

“Not any more than you moving into my place with your entire family,” I noted.

“No.” She bit her lip. “You’re right.”

“Kent and I had a talk out in the field today while we were pulling fences,” I said conversationally, tugging at her jeans shorts to pull her closer.

“Yeah?” she asked. “But before you tell me about that, are you okay with Calliope possibly burning down a house? I mean, it’s a big deal. It’s dangerous and wild, and reckless. She could possibly have been caught on video. Oh, and let’s not forget that we’re bringing upheaval to every aspect of your life.”

The way she looked so distraught over my life being in chaos because of her was really stinkin’ cute.

But first…

“Calliope could murder someone in the front yard, and I would have no issue with it,” I said. “Trust me when I say this.” I popped the button free of her shorts. “As long as, at the end of the day, you being here in my life is the end result.”

She visibly wilted, her head going to my chest.

I unzipped her shorts next and said, “Kent said that I should tell you how much you mean to me. That you needed to hear that I’m in this for the long haul. That I don’t care if Calliope burns down buildings, as long as you’re sitting next to me at the police station. I don’t care if Kent has eight thousand practices, as long as you’re coming back home to me with Wendy’s in your car. I don’t care if Anders has eight thousand nerdy appointments a day, as long as when I go pick her up, you’re in the kitchen helping Kent with his math homework when I walk back through the door.”

Her breath hitched, and I saw her shoulders drop even farther.

I let go of her shorts, then moved both of my hands upward, smoothing the palms of my hands up her bare back.

Braless, like always.

Fuck, that was so hot.

She had no idea what it did to me to watch her walking toward me, tits bouncing with her movement.

I lifted her against me then, and she buried her face in my neck, winding those long ass legs around my middle.

She felt featherlight in my arms, yet I knew I had my hands wrapped around the most important thing to ever walk into my life.

“Are you trying to tell me something, Posy?” she asked quietly against my neck, lips brushing my skin.

My cock hardened at the touch. “I’m gettin’ around to it,” I said, my hands splitting, one going up to cup her head, and the other one going down to cup her ample bottom.

She giggled when I squeezed.

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