Page 76 of Extraction Play
“Look, I was going to try to make some romantic gesture of buying a house for us and selling the condo,” Pixie said. “But I also realized you just came out of a relationship where you didn’t own the house. Not only that, but I’m well aware of what a control freak you are—in all the best ways.”
“What…what are you saying?” Eva asked, her pulse kicking up.
“I want to move in together. For real,” Pixie said, her blue eyes so earnest they broke Eva’s heart. “But I want it to be somewherenew, somewhere we choose together, so you get a say in what our future home looks like. That is, if you want to. I know it’s soon.”
How did Pixie see inside her when too few did? Eva’s eyes stung, and she sucked in a sharp, shaky breath. The dream she’d collected close to her heart, of a place to settle into, of rooms she’d envisioned since childhood, of soft, quiet spaces to call her own, fuck, it felt within reach now, for the first time in her life.
“Yes,” she said, her voice barely audible. “Yes, I want this with you.”
“Shit, really? I mean, I know I’m a mess—”
“I don’t care. I love your mess. Your five thousand pillows and blankets on every surface for the nests you make, your forgotten-about cups of tea, your teetering stacks of canvases that take up the corners, all of them are you. And I love you, Pixie.”
Pixie ran her fingers through her short strands, ducking her head. “God, don’t make me cry because I’m two seconds away from bawling my eyes out.” Her breath came out shaky. “I’m not used to having someone who knows all of me like this. Who’s seen my good and bad sides, who’s heard every fucked-up thing about my past and still wants me anyway.”
“You’ve spent a long time defining yourself by your past, dove,” Eva said softly, her hand resting on Pixie’s. “Take a moment to be aware of your present. You’re not only strong, but you’ve also learned how to be soft, to let others in. You’ve built an unshakable family here.”
“Oh my lord, you guys are gross.” Micah plunked a cup of coffee in front of her as well as two scones. “Don’t keep me out of the loop. Did she say yes, Pix?”
Pixie’s grin grew as radiant as a sunrise. “She did.”
“And you’re stuck with my family as well,” Eva said, casting Micah a sidelong look.
“Speaking of, are we going to have to start treating Play Nights like divorced parents?” Micah said, his hand on his hip. “Because I do not want to see my sister get freaky with my best friend. No offense.”
“Yeah, that’s a no on incest.” Meg appeared beside them, followed by Sloan.
Eva shook her head. There went any privacy they had. However, she loved their nosy intrusions—and had anticipated them with the location they’d chosen to talk.
“But what if I want to get fucked by both Parker and Eva at the same time?” Sloan batted his eyelashes. “They’re not related.”
Pixie snorted. “I’ll talk to Eva about scheduling you in, though you better check with Micah first about Parker. He’s the possessive type.”
“There is a thing as too greedy, Sloan. I’ll claw your eyes out, and I just got a new manicure,” Micah said, fluttering his purple nails.
“Psh, I haven’t met my limit yet.” He flashed a charming grin.
“Some day you’ll eat those words,” Micah shot back. “Whether it’s one person or five partners, I’m going to love watching you find it.”
“We always discuss what scenes we want for the upcoming Play Nights, so it shouldn’t be hard,” Meg said. “If we’re having a spicy night including one of the siblings, the other won’t be in attendance. Simple.”
“Only to you, logistics queen,” Pixie said.
Eva shrugged. “It makes sense to me.” She adored Meg’s sense of organization, which rivaled her own.
“I want to co-top again with you if you’re game.” Meg rested her hands on the table as she leaned over. “Tristan’s been needy lately.”
Pixie’s eyes lit up. “Mmm, am I watching or participating?”
Eva tugged at her ponytail, her heart thumping hard. She loved the comfort here, how they knew each other well enough to play with ease. The idea of playing with Meg’s sub or enjoying Meg taking Pixie apartexcited her. Because at the end of the night, she knew who Pixie was coming home with.
“Either or—I haven’t decided yet,” Meg said. “It’ll depend on how good Tristan was that week.”
“Harsh mistress,” Pixie teased.
“Sounds fair to me.” Eva nudged her under the table with her foot. Pixie’s smile softened, a private one just for her that made her heart flutter.
“Oh, shit, a customer.” Micah darted over to the coffee bar.