Page 55 of I've Got You

His grinning mouth against mine was his initial answer. He then murmured, “I think you’ll find I am the one who’s thoroughly fucked.”

I leaned my face away to make sure I could see his eyes and his face for a reaction. “I wasn’t talking about my impressive cock in your ass.” Despite the humor of my words, my voice was steady, serious.

I was expecting surprise, perhaps denial; instead, with Scott’s unwavering gaze on me, he said, “I know exactly what you meant, and my words still stand.”

Happiness chased my relief. Against his lips, I whispered, “We can both be fucked together.”

* * *

After finally gettinga mouthful of cock and cum in the shower, I sat and watched Scott in my kitchen as he made coffee. He looked relaxed and at home in my space. “You look good in my kitchen.”

He paused what he was doing and cocked his brow. “You know I’m not the barefoot and pregnant kind of guy, right?”

I snorted as he handed me a mug of coffee. “Maybe a barefoot and naked any chance I can make it happen kind of guy?” I grinned at him as I blew at my steaming drink.

He rolled his eyes at me before finishing his own drink and sitting next to me.

“Plus I already have Libby.”

Scott angled toward me. “You don’t want more kids?”

Surprise flitted through me at the question. Before I’d met his sister and nephews, I hadn’t imagined Scott to be the kind of guy who could handle kids, let alone like them. He’d been beyond amazing with Libby though, but then seeing him with the boys had opened my eyes even more to the kind of man he was. He’d make a good dad for sure. I placed my drink down and looked at him. “Honestly, I never thought beyond Libby. She’s my world, you know?”

He nodded, his eyes fixed on mine.

“But hell, maybe her having a brother or sister would be a great thing. What about you?”

His eyes widened. “What about me what?”

“Kids.”

Color rose in his cheeks and he shifted in his seat. He cleared his throat before he spoke. “Erm, I… hell, I don’t know. I love my nephews. They’re amazing. To be honest, kids were never on my radar, I suppose because of the whole confused-as-fuck thing I had going on. My world exploded not long ago.” He offered a small shrug.

I understood his concerns, the confusion involved, but there was also a hugebutand not of the nice, tight ass variety. “You know Libby and I come as a pac—”

“Don’t even.” Anger dipped his brows. “I know what this is, know Libby is your life, so please don’t insult me by—”

“Hey.” I reached out and cupped his cheek, effectively shutting him up. His venom surprised me, but fuck if my jeans weren’t struggling to keep my hard-on contained. Rather than responding to him verbally, I kissed him. There was nothing soft or gentle about this kiss. It was hard, demanding, possessive, and he welcomed every stroke, every brush, until I was the one who was a needy mess and somehow he’d taken control of the kiss. “What the fuck…,” I said, pulling away with a gasp.

The intensity in his eyes made me groan. “I love Libby, okay.” He stared at me pointedly, once again with the intensity that was quickly becoming the hottest thing I’d seen. I mutely nodded. “And if we’re fucked together”—I raised my brows at that, humor and lust coiling deep in my stomach, but I didn’t dare smirk—“then we start thinking of doing this together.”

I understood what he was saying, even if he was having a difficult time ensuring his words made sense. I nodded again, but he wasn’t finished yet.

“So I was hoping that means I get to spend more time with not only you, but with Libby as well.” I heard the strain of emotion in his voice, understood the courage it took for him to put himself on the line like this. I felt it, lived it, breathed it.

“I’d like that, a lot.” I didn’t conceal the emotion from my voice. He deserved it all. With a light grip on the back of his neck, I tugged his forehead toward mine. “You good?”

He blinked before he answered. “Yeah.”

“Good.” After pressing my lips to his, I pulled back. “What do you want to do today? Carter’s mom said she’d have Libby till later this afternoon if we want to take advantage.” I wagged my brows at him, wanting to ease his frown.

Scott’s grin was both sweet and sexy, especially when combined with the slow creep of color traveling up his neck. “I… erm….”

“Is your ass sore?”

Even though he squinted at me in annoyance, he nodded, and the pink turned to red as it crawled up his cheeks.

“Have I told you how hot you are when you blush like that?”

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