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I nod in thanks, then continue what I was doing, Skylar, coming to mind yet again.
I can feel myself slowly worming my way back into her trust, and I can also see that it’s scaring her, and I get it, I do. I have a lot to make up for, something I think I already had over the years but since finding out some truths regarding her home life and Anna, well, I can understand her need to push me away, but there is something else she’s not telling me, I just don’t know what.
I can’t put my finger on it, but whatever it is, it’s what’s holding her back from me.
“Nyx, no,” Sky giggles as I chase her around the motel room in only a towel wrapped around my waist, and I chuckle, “You’re the one who just sprayed me with freezing water, precious, you asked for this!”
Sky squeals as I jump over the bed to get to her, and she quickly, only wearing my shirt, tries to bounce back over the bed, but I grab her around her waist and throw her down, making her laugh as I lay my body over her, holding my hand up with the shaving cream before I rub it over her hair, and she giggles louder, struggling against me making me grin.
Happiness radiates from her, and my heart races as our eyes connect. I can’t help but react, as I always do with this girl.
I lean down and press my lips against hers, and she melts as she opens her mouth, our tongues instantly tangling in a slow, sensual kiss. I move my hand and wipe it on my towel to remove the foam before I move said towel and press myself onto my girl, the tip of my cock hitting her bare entrance and I thrust forward, taking her in one making her moan into my mouth as her walls squeeze me.
I fucking miss that Sky, the fun-loving girl who used to laugh all the time and want nothing more than to be with me, who’d melt at my touch.
I should have just told her the truth before making her mine.
Deep down, I know she would have been upset, but she would have understood. Instead, I took her virginity and made her mine, continuing the lie and confirming she couldn’t trust me.
Sighing, I drop my tools again and quickly grab my phone, bringing up Mama’s number before putting the phone to my ear.
“Hey, baby boy,” she answers after three rings, and I smile.
“Hey Mama, I need a favor,” I reply, and she groans, “Please tell me you don’t want me to drop Tate off with my future daughter-in-law. I can’t take the heartbreak.”
I grin as my dad's laughter can be heard in the background.
“Actually,” I say, “I was wondering if you’d pick Tate up from preschool and have her for the night?”
Mama’s quiet for a moment, Dad's laughter getting harder, so I’m going to guess she’s most likely either dancing aroundin celebration or she’s grinning like a Cheshire cat before she shouts, “Yes!” and then hangs up.
I shake my head and grab my tools again, adamant about finishing this job before I go and see my girl and this time, there will be no Tate in the middle as a buffer.
Ignoring Blade’s eyes on me, I quickly get to work.
I have a woman to go see, and after today, she’ll have a week to realize she’ll be falling asleep in my arms every night.
Chapter 12
Skylar
I groan, dropping my head, the figures before me just not making sense before I eye them again.
I’ve reviewed them several times, and each time, I’m getting the same number back —a number that doesn't add up with everything he’s sent me, meaning my new client is cheating the system and was hoping I wouldn’t notice, risking my license.
Damn it!
I throw my pen in frustration, making it bounce across the floor, and I drop my head again, suddenly wishing I’d just started with the files that need revision before sending off for Stacey, a sixteen-year-old currently in the foster care system.
She’s been chosen out of thousands for a scholarship to Chambers Private School, three hours away from Rose Meadow, on the opposite side of Santa Monica. We’ve found her a familywho wants to foster her long-term in the area, giving her a better chance at life than the one she had growing up.
Her mama passed when she was two, and her father turned to violence and got locked up, leaving her in the care of his mother, who wasn’t the nicest.
After eight trips to the E.R., welfare services finally intervened, but no one wanted to adopt an eight-year-old.
“Rough day, precious?” I hear from my doorway, the voice rough and gruff, making my heart skip, and I look up to see Fury leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest, stretching his black shirt over his muscles, but my eyes go to his neck like they always do and my body burns like it’s on fire just seeing the letters.
Skylar
