Page 126 of Pucking Tangled
Mia placed her palm on his cheek. “Oh, you sweet, sweet, man.”
“I fucking love you. And I love the guys too. The four of youaremy family. I’m not going to keep that a secret. The world wanted to peel the curtain back, well now they haveit. I’ve always been unapologetically me. I’m not going to start hiding myself now, just to keep them happy.”
“Nowthatmight be the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
Waylon growled from deep in his chest. “How long did you say we had until everyone got here?”
Her head fell back and she laughed. “We donothave time forthat.”
He smirked at her. “I can be quick. Can you?”
“Waylon whatever your middle name is Ryan.”
He nipped her neck and chuckled. “It’s Silas.”
“Waylon Silas Ryan.” She shoved against his chest. “We should probablynotbe the middle of fucking when my parents show up.”
“Hm…you’re right. You do have a hard time being quiet,” he said, pressing his erection against her stomach.
“I hate you.”
“You do not, Blondie.”
“As much as I love the view of you shirtless, do you think you could maybe put one on before they get here?”
Waylon sighed and smacked her ass. “Fiiiine.”
She rewarded him with another kiss and a whispered ‘thank you.’.
“I think I’m going to grab a shower. Are yousureyou don’t want to come with me?”
Mia bit her lip.
“Come on. You know you want to.” He rubbed his thumb against her bottom lip.
“Idowant to. But you and I both know what’s going to happen if I do,” she said with a raised brow.
“Hmm. Do we? What do you think is going to happen, baby?” Waylon leaned in closer.
“You’re relentless. And intoxicating,” she whispered.
“Say yes, Blondie.”
“I’m saying no.” She took two slow steps backward, then sprinted through the yard and into the house, her laughter echoing in her wake.
“Brat!” he called out and raced after her, nearly knocking Luca down in the process.
“Where’d she go?” Waylon panted, skidding to a stop in the kitchen.
Luca smirked and shook his head. “No clue.”
“Bullshit, Rookie. Where’d she go?”
He just shrugged and moved out of Waylon’s way.
“Blondie!” Waylon called out, starting up the steps.
Whether she knew it or not, he needed her playfulness and she’d delivered.
