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“I would’ve lived and died well.”
I laughed and pushed at him. “I would not crush your head.”
He slid his hand down my body and squeezed my ass. “I want you to. Your legs drive me nuts.”
“What else drives you nuts?” The panic from earlier surged. Was I going to regret this?
“A lot,” he said, his voice low. “The way you challenge me or rise up to my challenges. You always engage, and that means a lot.”
There was something more in his meaning, but I couldn’t say what. Just another time I felt like he wasn’t saying everything. He was a guy who put it all out there while also keeping a lot inside, but all I had was a gut feeling.
“I like how you take everything with Auggie in stride,” he continued, “and I love seeing you charge ahead when something scares you. It’s sexy.”
Just like I found him calling me sexy so damn attractive. “I charge ahead just fine. It’s sticking it out that’s been my issue.”
“You’ll stick it out.” He said it with so much confidence that I almost nodded.
“I don’t have anywhere else to go.”
“You do, and that’s why you’re not going anywhere. You want to be here. You want to be with your sisters, and you want to be here when Clover finds her way to claim her property with that douche canoe.”
I giggled. “I especially want to be here if she marries that ass.”
“That laugh drives me wild.” He ran a hand up and down my back. “I hope you’re ready to go again.”
“You’re hard already?” He was. I moved like I was going to straddle him again.
“On your back.” He flipped us around so fast my legs flew up. “I’m going to drive into you over and over and over again until we’re both out of our minds.”
“Watch me rise up to that challenge.”
ChapterSixteen
Jensen
The last week had been one of the best of my life. I got another job, and the clients didn’t want me to start until July. That would be after the wedding and when I would be done with the house. The couple was older and didn’t like email, so I wasn’t bugging Poppy with proofreading.
She had combed through my website and made a few changes. She also polished up the look. Each page was shinier and more refined. She also set me up with an email signature so I wouldn’t fuck up my name again. I didn’t struggle with technology, but it was all shit I never thought of and would’ve never thought of.
The write-and-wipe board had saved my sanity more than once. Auggie didn’t love it, but he liked referring back to it and crossing off what he’d already done.
I entered the house. It was Auggie’s last day of school, and while Poppy and I had been finding a nonbed spot to have sex in before school pickup, she had a session today. Clover was coming to town Friday, so she readjusted her schedule to get the afternoon off.
I was getting a drink of water when she came down the stairs laughing. Auggie and I did fine on our own, but the sound of a happy woman under the same roof as me was a nice treat. The running leggings and fitted athletic shirts were a welcome bonus.
I lifted a brow at her and took a long pull.
She grinned. “My student said she hates crossword puzzles sometimes because, with her dyslexia, ‘I dunno, it could be Vermont or Virginia.’”
I chuckled. “She gets them mixed up?”
“I really don’t know what she meant, but she’s a funny girl. Tiny package, big attitude. Crosswords don’t scare her off that much because she made one of her own for slang. She said she got the descriptions for each slang word.” Poppy bit her lip, fighting back a smile. “She goes, ‘Something about BDE made me think I shouldn’t include it.’”
“Did you have to tell her what it meant?”
“Nope, and I’m not going to. The ‘big dick energy’ privilege goes to her parents.” She glanced at the clock on the oven. “Can I ride with you to the school? Aspen wants to talk about the club. I can drive if you don’t want to wait around.”
“We’ll wait. Auggie likes to play for a while.” There wasn’t a lot that would get me to quit waiting for Poppy. Except my first marriage. Every time I thought of how that went, my urge to linger was cured.
