Page 216 of Five Brothers
That’s what’s different. I always hear him. Even when he says almost nothing.
I’m glad I’m not pregnant. Yet, anyway. I just wanted to see what he would say.
But I want to make sure he loves me, and I want a chance to make certain he wants it. What he said that morning in the bathtub about being worried that he would fail a woman and his children …
I would want to make sure he’s happy about it.
I get back to work, dressing him as his hands roam down my thighs and back up to my waist.
I tighten the tie and fold his collar over. “Garrett Ames sees a boy who doesn’t deserve a seat at the table,” I say, meeting his eyes and steeling my voice. “But you’re a man who’s worked hard to get where he’s at, and … you don’t sit.”
He holds my gaze, and I smooth out every crease and make sure the folds in the lapels of his jacket are cut like knives.
“These clothes show that you know you’re going to take anything you want,” I state. “I mean, it worked with me last night.”
He snorts.
“I like that everyone outside your bedroom sees this,” I say, “and I’m the only one who gets to see what’s under it when you crawl into bed with me at night.”
He rushes to hide the smile consuming him, pulling me close and burying his face in my breasts.
He licks, and I lean into it as he moves up my chest, to my neck. Nerves fire between my thighs, like goddamn lightning. “Just one more time?” I beg.
He growls, digging his fingers into my ass and sucking my neck hard before he pulls away like he’s in pain.
His cock strains against his pants, and I whimper, batting my eyelashes.
He laughs. But then commands me, “Pack up the kids and anything else you need. Understand? My mother’s old art studio is theirs. Until the renovations are completed. Then they can have their own rooms.”
Pack up the kids …
“But my parents …” I retort.
“They know where to find us if they ever want to be parents again.”
I stare at him, some kind of throbbing going on under my skin that’s making me hot and excited and in awe of him. Just like that. Moving three Conroys into his house. He’s a good man.
But then I process exactly what he said. “Wait … Did you sayrenovations?”
He nods. “The old wing. We’re going to rebuild it. Dex will need a room. So will Iron when he comes home.”
I stare at him.
“You’re going to make me buy more suits, aren’t you?” he gripes, because he can probably see the emotion that I’m feeling at how he’s making plans, holding his head up, planning for the future …
I nod frantically, diving down to his mouth but not kissing him right away. Just hovering and breathing for a few moments before I sink my lips into his.
He’s trying. That’s all I need to hear.
He mumbles in between kisses, “And no fucking taco on our bed, please.”
He accidentally kisses my teeth as I break out in a smile. I bite his lips.
“Might get you a stuffed alligator, though,” he teases. “Because that’s what you are. A little alligator.”
I keep biting, his mouth, his jaw, his neck … “Nom, nom, nom …”
He rumbles with a laugh as he nibbles my breasts and grips my ass again. “Krisjen …”