Page 81 of King of Wrath
This might be the most normal and best conversation of my life. It’s so wonderful that a giggle escapes my lips. Making plans, sharing dreams…
This is what I’ve been waiting for. This is where I wanted to go when I ran. “I could go to school too. I could get like a performing arts degree or something.”
His brows shoot up. “Can we study together? There are all sorts of little nooks and crannies in the library.”
Another laugh falls from my lips. “You are so bad, Daddy.”
He rumbles out his appreciation a moment before his hands grab my ass, and he lifts me in his arms, carrying me the rest of the way down the hall.
I give a squeal, my arms wrapping about his neck when I hear one of the men, Leo I think, yell up the stairs. “Jake, don’t even tell me your as loud as Mason. It’s bad enough?—”
“Get ear plugs, you big fucking baby!” Jake yells back before his mouth captures mine.
The kiss isn’t sweet, our mouths devour as our tongues tangle. I thread my fingers into his hair.
I don’t even notice we’ve stepped into the room until he kicks thedoor closed, the resounding thud makes me pull back an inch or two to look down in his face. “I can be quiet. I think.”
“Fuck that.”
“It is strange not being alone. There were no people for miles when we were at the little house,” I say with a wistful sigh, before he threads one of his hands into my hair, pulling my mouth back down to his.
“You pretend we’re there, baby girl,” he answers when our lips finally unlock. “And we can go for as long as you want for our honeymoon.”
“You really want to get married?” I ask, nipping at my lip. “We don’t have to.”
“We’re a lot alike. We both wanted to go it alone, didn’t we?”
I nod. It’s so true.
“I say we both commit to being in this together. All the way, for the rest of our lives.”
Did I just suggest quiet? My legs wrap around his waist, my mouth dropping back to his.
His cock is grinding into me as I roll my hips. He squeezes my ass, pulling me even closer.
We’re still standing in the middle of the room, my hands sliding up and down the bare skin of his back. Part of me wants to climb off him if only to strip down and feel more of his skin.
But part me doesn’t want to move. This might be the most perfect embrace, and I’m not sure I want it to end.
A knock at the door makes the decision for me.
Jake growls into my mouth before he breaks the kiss. Still holding, he barks out. “What?”
“Nia’s clothes are done,” Roman calls. “Luke and I are going to the cabin to collect more of your things.”
Jake sets me down, finally, and crosses the room, opening the door just enough to talk with Roman. “You interrupted me for laundry?”
Roman chuckles. “And to tell you that Mason and Leo are leaving. You’ll have the house to yourself.”
I slide over to the bed, kicking off the ridiculous shorts so that I’min nothing but his T-shirt, as I lay down, propping up on my elbows, legs exposed, hair tumbling over one shoulder.
A moment later, he closes the door and turns back, stopping as he looks at me.
I slide one foot up my other calf. “We’re going to be alone?”
“That’s right, baby girl,” he says in a growl, pulling at the button on his jeans. “Why don’t you be a good girl and take off that shirt?”
I push up onto my knees, spreading them apart as I grab the hem and dance it up to my waist. “And if I want to be a bad girl?”