Page 100 of Property of Stone
Of course that went ignored. “When they sit down for breakfast, gonna tell them the news.”
“Stone…”
He tipped his head and lifted a hand with his palm out. “Know your concern. Think I’m a bad influence for your kid.”
That was a given. It was one of the quandaries she’d had to work through before agreeing to move in. “You can’t deny that none of you Kings are upstanding citizens. That’s a fact, not a criticism. However, that ship has already set sail and disappeared over the horizon. This is more about him thinking we’re together and going to stay that way.” Like a normal couple.
Nothing about this agreement was normal.
Nothing in herlifewas normal right now.
She had to face the fact she might be failing as a mother.
Would a good mother move her six-year-old in with an outlaw biker?
Would a good mother allow that six-year-old to hang out at that biker’s clubhouse?
None with a lick of common sense.
Even so, her decision had mostly boiled down to self-preservation.
Between her lingering trauma from what Vic had done, plus her worry about what her ex could do—take a mother away from her son in a very violent way—held more weight than whatever Wren witnessed while they lived with Stone.
That could fade and be forgotten. The death of a parent could not.
She sure hoped she was right this time because her batting average was horrible.
Stone hadn’t been offended when she said he was a bad influence. But then, she wasn’t offended when anyone pointed out her mistakes. The truth might be hard to swallow but that was what it was. The truth.
She had to remember that to learn from mistakes, one had to make them first.
“You do know we’ve only known each other for a little over a week, right?” she reminded him.
“Fucked women after only knowin’ them for two minutes. Got a point?” He popped the last of his toast into his mouth and chewed.
She groaned under her breath. He seemed the type of guy to relentlessly pursue what he wanted until he got it.
A frustrating combination of being both stubborn and persistent.
She already knew she was going to lose this battle and the couch would be empty tonight. “So tell me, you had to put some thought into this, right? How do we explain the sleeping situation to our children?”
“Easy. Couch is killin’ my back. That’s a fuckin’ fact.Gonna tell them while you’re here, the adults are gonna share one room, the kids the other. That’s it. We don’t gotta tell ‘em that I’m divin’ face first into your pussy every night. Or that you’re ridin’ my dick. Ain’t their business. What we do behind a locked door is ours.”
A breath had hissed from her at the thought of him eating her out every night. That plan didn’t exactly sound horrible. “But beyond the sex.”
“Outside of the bedroom, we act like roommates. Inside, then…” He grinned and shrugged.
He made it sound so damn simple when it really wasn’t.
“This won’t be an issue once my house is sold. Once it is, I plan on moving somewhere Vic won’t find us.” Hopefully. Though, that might mean moving to Antarctica. “In the meantime, if I allow this, I’ll have to continually remind Wren that our stay here is only for a short time.”
With a shake of his head, his snort sounded suspiciously like “allow.” He shoved his chair back, grabbed their mugs, and headed over to top both off with more coffee.
Taryn hadn’t even realized she had paused her fork halfway to her mouth to watch that whole production.
Like a damn porno.Bow chicka wow wow.
When he turned to come back to the table, she quickly stuck the fork in her mouth to hide the fact it had been gaped open. At least she hadn’t been drooling.
