Page 21 of Clean Slade
“Thank you, sweetie. You’re the only sane person in this room.” He sat next to her, grabbed the stuffed ice cream, and hugged it tight.
Admittedly, it was cute seeing the big man hug such a tiny adorable thing.
“The world would be a whole lot better if big men were allowed to like cute things without judgment,” he mumbled like a wounded bird.
It made me want to hug him. Although laughing took precedence. Not that he wasn’t right, but still. Seeing him like this when only moments ago he was being the manliest man that ever manned was all kinds of endearing.
And I’d be damned if my insides didn’t go all fluttery at the memory that I’d been fucked by this walking juxtaposition. He’d been inside me and had held me in his strong hands like I mattered.
Maybe going away with him for a few days wasn’t the best idea. I needed to keep my head clear, and the only things that came to mind when I looked at him were pure filth.
“So, Mac. What would you say if I told you that your dad, you, and I are going camping?”
Mac grimaced and looked at me. “Oh gosh.”
“What? You don’t like it?” he asked her.
“I do. He doesn’t.” She pointed at me as if I’d committed murder.
“Hey! Don’t point at your father.”
She pursed her lips and crossed her arms.
“But you don’t.”
Slade turned to me and smirked.
“You don’t like camping?”
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms too.
“What’s to like about sleeping with bugs?”
SIX
SLADE
Ididn’t know why he’d denied it.
Was he afraid I’d judge him if he admitted he was Rex? I had been in that restroom too. I couldn’t judge him without judging myself.
I may not have been sure before, but I was now. There was no way I’d ever forget that curved dick.
“Slade, are you okay?” Mac asked beside me, and I had to shake all dirty, strange thoughts out of my head and focus on the little one.
It didn’t matter why he kept denying who he was. He must've had his reasons, and we had far more important things to worry about.
Like leaving this island without being seen.
“Yeah, I’m fine, nugget.” I elbowed Mac and smiled.
She raised an eyebrow, but it wasn’t long before she was a victim of my tickle attack and was gasping for air.
“Stop. Stop. Time out.” She chuckled.
“You’re a time-out!” I told her, and that seemed to confuse her for a bit, but she only ended up laughing again.
“And what exactly is going on here? Mackenzie Ann Moore, what are you doing to Slade?” King entered the living room with a fresh pot of coffee—truly a man after my own heart—and he set it on the table with a stern, taut face, although it was hard to miss the amusement in his eyes.
