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“That was amazing.” I hadn’t visited him with the intention of being fucked on his desk, but now that I had, I didn’t regret it one bit.
“I’m so glad.” He kissed my temple.
“I can take care of you, too, you know.” I picked up my head and grinned.
His lips seized mine. “That you do.”
“Oh, I wasn’t wearing garters,” I said.
A little growl escaped his lips as he kissed my neck in that place that always sent shivers through me. “Next time.”
“Promises, promises,” I laughed.
He growled again, this one making me wet. “Oh, I always keep my promises, Darling.”
I kissed him again. “And I can’t wait for you to show me.”
Chapter Nineteen
Brennan
My muscles ached, but it was a good ache. I hadn’t made it to a wrestling workout in a while. I hadn’t been keeping up on my workouts at home, either. While I’d played rugby most of my youth to please my father, I’d gotten into wrestling because I enjoyed it.
Really, lately only Jettwasn’tslacking in the workout department. I should fix that. Part of Evan’s freedom hinged onhim being able to defend himself. Wes now had more to protect. Grace and Riley should know the basics. Though Jett had taken Riley to the gym this morning for an early morning workout before she went to another skate smash clinic to get ready for the upcoming tryouts.
Parking my motorcycle in the garage, I checked my phone.
“Terrance, it’s Saturday, play with your kids,” I muttered, looking at all his texts. Once again, he had concerns about the estate property I’d bought to make Evan happy. I’d been ignoring them with everything else going on. But I should deal with Terrance’s concerns at some point.
Perhaps not right now. Jett would be at his gym for a while–and Evan and Spencer’s cars were gone, and they all had plans.
Which meant I got the house to myself for a bit…
As I opened the door to the kitchen, I was hit with a wall of chocolate, banana bread, and anxiety.
…or not.
“Oh, hi, you’re home,” Grace stammered, nearly dropping a tray of those chocolate cookies with the powdered sugar on them that Jett liked.
She wore a fluffy pink apron and had flour on her face.
“Sorry. Sorry.” Grace put them on the kitchen table, which wascoveredin baked goods.
“Grace, what are you doing?” I asked as she hustled around the kitchen, turning things onto racks, opening drawers, and putting more things in the oven.
And I didn’t mean the obvious task.
“Sorry.” She dropped the spatula on the floor. “I… I didn’t know you’d be home. Sorry. Do you need to make yourself food? You can have some cookies or banana bread, though those aren’t lunch. Should I make you coffee?”
Grace practically spun in circles, her anxiety ratcheting up with every word, filling the kitchen with the acrid tang of nerves.
I took a step towards her. She didn’t answer the question, but I wasn’t sure this was the time to push her. Grace was wound so tight the tension was palpable.
“It’s fine. I’m not hungry. Though banana bread sounds good,” I soothed, trying to put her at ease.
“Good, okay.” She bent down to get the spatula and hit her head on the open drawer. “Ow.” Grace sunk to the kitchen floor, spatula still in hand, her lower lip quivering.
What. The. Fuck.
