Page 14 of Come Undone

"I know. I'm tryin' to keep my hands off of you."

"Oh." Her brows furrow. "Why?"

"Because I've got somethin' else to say, and if I get my hands on you, it'll be a while before either of us say anything that doesn't end in moaning."

Her cheeks heat, a pretty blush stealing across them as her gaze roves over my face.

"I'm wild about you, Arwen Grayson. I've been in love with you since I first set eyes on you," I say to her, the phone still clutched in my fist. "That's why I need you to move in with me. Not because I won't be here every day, but because it's where you belong."

"Granger."

"I know you feel the same way." I ditch the phone, shoving it into my pocket to reach for her. "You say it in your sleep. You love me, little one."

"So much," she whispers, her big blue eyes wide.

Mine fall closed, my heart threatening to beat out of my fucking chest. Jesus. We're going to have to name one of our kids after Autumn. She gave me the push I needed to claim my girl. She's the reason we're here now.

"I'll move in with you."

My eyes spring open.

"I'll move in with you," Arwen repeats, a bright smile spreading across her face. "But I want something first, Granger."

"Anything," I growl. I'll give her the fucking world if she asks for it.

Her blue eyes darken as she reaches for the tie of her robe. The knot slips free, the front parting. Tantalizing flashes of her alabaster flesh peep out at me, sapping the moisture from my mouth. She takes a step backward in the apartment and then another.

I follow. Of course I do.

"You," she whispers. "I want you."

Epilogue One

Granger

SixYearsLater

"My mommy used ta be a model," Rue announces to her grandpa at dinner, patting his cheek. "It's how my daddy falled in lub with her."

I nearly choke on my steak.

"Really?" Luna says, looking at Arwen with wide eyes. "When did you model?"

"She modeled with her boys, grammy."

This time, Carter chokes on his steak.

"What the fuck?" he growls at Arwen, making our twin boys giggle. They're only two. They think it's hysterical whenever anyone says a bad word. Frankly, I'm just glad they finally grew out of repeating them. Arwen was going to kill me and Carter both if they shouted fuck one more time.

"Voice," Arwen quickly says to our almost four-year-old. "I modeled with my voice, baby girl."

"Boys," Rue repeats, narrowing her eyes on Arwen. "That's what I said."

Luna laughs quietly, her expression soft. "She's just like you when you were her age," she says to Arwen, who smiles at her mom. "But what exactly is a voice model?"

Arwen's smile slips. Her gaze darts in my direction. We've always edited this part of our story out when telling everyone how we met. But I knew it was only a matter of time before someone found out once Arwen told Rue. Our daughter can't keep a secret to save her life.

Fuck it. We might as well confess. Luna won't give up until Arwen spills. She and my wife are exactly alike in that way. Secrets drive them crazy. They want to know everything about everything every moment of the day. It's fucking adorable.

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