I sat down beside him and stroked his hair, smiling down at him. “Lemme go get you some water.”
“Not yet,” he said, taking hold of my hand. “Let me roll around in my alone time just for another minute.”
“They’ll move out eventually,” I said, fingers tracing over his eyebrows, “and you’ll miss them somethin’ fierce.”
“I love them all, and I love them being here,” he assured me. “But I would also like for you to put me over the kitchen table sometimes too.”
“That’s gross,” I teased him, laughing.
“You know what I mean.”
“I do.” I sighed, rolling over on top of him, straddling his hips, sitting over his groin. “We need to carve out a bigger chunk of time for us. I will work on it the minute I get back from soccer camp with Tris.”
“I sound like a needy piece of crap,” he said, his hands on my thighs, sliding over them.
“You love me and you want alone time with me. How is that needy?”
“But I have to understand that I share you with four other people.”
“We will carve out more time. Just don’t stop talkin’ to me. I have to know everything that’s goin’ on in that head of yours because you ever thinkin’ that you’re anything less than necessary is crap.”
His hands were clutching at my thighs. “Jesus, Web, your body is so hard. I love touching you.”
“Are you listening to me?”
“You look so good, so healthy and beautiful, your whole body… it’s like you were carved out of stone or something.”
“You ain’t listenin’ at all,” I groused at him.
“I am.” He chuckled, hands lifting, reaching for my face.
I bent over so he could reach me and ease me down into a kiss. It was a blur after that.
I WOKEin the night because I was cold, and when I reached for him, I came up with chilly sheet instead of warm body. I lifted my head and saw him standing at the window wrapped in a blanket, staring out at the faraway lights of the city.
“Not bored of your life, are you? Wish you were back out there, on the prowl?”
He looked at me over his shoulder. “No, I’m just glad we got things straight tonight. I wanted to know where I stood, been wondering for a while, and you told me. I know you love me and you need me and that not wanting to be in control all the time, of everything, doesn’t make me weak.”
“No, it don’t.”
He nodded. “I brought you a bottle of water for when you woke up.”
“Thank you,” I said, still watching him.
“I can deal with you being gone now that I know where I stand.”
“You always knew, inside, didn’t ya?”
He looked back out at the lights as it started to rain. “I hoped. I never wanted anything like I wanted you, Web. Only piece I was missing to make my life how I always wanted.”
“Christ, aim higher next time.”
He was scowling when he turned, and I started laughing.
“You’re such an ass. I’m trying to have a moment here.”
“Oh.” I grinned at him. “Sorry, by all means, have your moment.”
“Well now I can’t, dickhead. You ruined it.”
“C’mere.”
He flipped me off.
“You’re gonna make me get up?”
He stalked over to me, the irritation rolling off of him, and when he was close enough, I grabbed his hand and pulled him down into my arms.
“I want the blanket.”
“So you’re just cold.” He was indignant.
“Yep.”
“You didn’t want me at all?”
I grunted.
“Maybe a little?”
“Maybe a little,” I agreed as he lifted up, only to align our bodies before he lay on top of me.
“So you’re going to keep me?” he asked as I put my hands on his face, easing him up higher so I could kiss his throat, which I loved to do. It made him shiver every time.
“I’m the orphan,” I told him between kissing and sucking, my teeth dragging over his skin jarring him, his hands clutching at my shoulders as the sensations rolled through him. “You gotta keep me.”
“It’s all I ever wanted, Web, you know that.”
I did. “Well, you ain’t gonna run me off. I reckon I’m here for good.”
“I’m counting on that,” he said as he bent to kiss me.
I knew he was. So was I.
About the Author
MARY CALMEScurrently lives in Honolulu, Hawaii, with her husband and two children and hopes to eventually move off the rock to a place where her children can experience fall and even winter. She graduated from the University of the Pacific (ironic) in Stockton, California, with a bachelor’s degree in English literature. Due to the fact that it is English lit and not English grammar, do not ask her to point out a clause for you, as it will so not happen. She loves writing, becoming immersed in the process, and falling into the work. She can even tell you what her characters smell like. She also buys way too many books on Amazon.
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