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“Listen, I’ll go along with whatever you want, but I want them to know. I get that we could be cautious and see where this goes before involving them, but they’re already in the mix. And I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure this doesn’t end. I see you as my forever, Delaney, and I want our girls to be along for the ride.”
Tears glisten in her eyes, and I run my thumb across her cheek. She’s so beautiful. How did I ever get this lucky?
“How can I say no to that?”
“I don’t think you can.” I tighten my hand on her thigh.
“But maybe we hold off on sleeping at each other’s houses for a bit.”
“Then be prepared to be fucked in my office and in my truck on the regular.”
“No complaints.” Her hands cradle my face, and she presses her lips to mine.
I take the invitation and deepen our kiss.
Then she gets off my lap, flicks the button of my jeans and zipper before tugging them off me, with my help. She sinks down on me and fucks me so good I’m still hard after I come.
I’ll never get enough of her.
Chapter Forty-Three
Delaney
Bennett and I walk into his parents’ house. It’s newer and decorated nicely in the same style Darla had in their previous house. There’re lots of pictures of the entire family who live on the ranch, but mostly her own children through the ages. The only new ones seem to be of Wren, then Lottie and Brooks at their reception.
“Hello!” Bennett says, his hand tight in mine as he leads me into the house.
“In here,” his dad calls. We turn the corner as Brad says, “Go fish, Leia.” He taps her nose with the tip of his finger. “Maybe next time.”
She picks up a card from the pile in the middle of the table and giggles.
As if Bennett feels the same as me, we stand a little out of sight, watching his dad interact with her.
Brad turns to Wren. “All right, card shark, do you have any threes?”
Wren’s head goes back, and she gives him one of her cards.
Brad triumphantly pairs the cards and holds one card in the air. “I got your numbers.”
They both laugh.
Darla comes out of the kitchen and sits down next to them, until she sees us spying.
“We’ve been saved, Brad,” she says.
The girls turn around, look at one another, then run to us—Leia to me and Wren to Bennett. I go to slip my hand out of Bennett’s, but he grips it tighter, leaving us both to hug them with one arm.
They pull back and look at one another again before they zero in on our linked hands.
“We have something to tell you,” Bennett says.
The girls jump up and down in excitement, the two of them hugging one another so tightly.
“Aunt Lottie was right!” Wren screams. “We’re sisters.”
“You were already sisters,” I say, chuckling.
“Yeah, but now we get to share a room,” Wren says.
