The air whooshed out of his lungs as she leaned forward and bunched his shorts at his knees, effectively hobbling him from moving. When they'd come out to the patio, this hadn't really even been a blip on his radar, but his dick had gotten hard in .02 seconds."Goddamn, Mer," he breathed out. "What the fuck are you doin'?""If you don't know, then I must be doing it wrong." Her eyes met his, and she gathered her long hair in one hand before she leaned forward and circled the head of his manhood with her mouth.Throwing his head back against the cushioned furniture, he closed his eyes as he gasped deep breaths into his lungs. It had been far too long since they'd taken time to play like this—even the other night at the pool had been somewhat different from the things they'd used to do, because they knew someone else was watching Addie. This was different, this was a side of his wife he hadn't seen in a long time, and if he was honest, he'd missed it. Tangling his fingers in her ha
They were both moving decidedly slower than normal the next morning, but they exchanged secret smiles and glances with one another—something they hadn't been able to do in a while. "Did you sleep well?" Meredith asked him as she poured some cereal for Addie.Addie wasn't a morning person, so they always put in extra time for her to have time to wake up. Normally by the time she'd eaten her breakfast and gotten dressed and had her hair done, she was good to go. She wasn't one of those children who could hop out of bed and be in a great mood the rest of the day if they immediately left to run errands. "Better than I have in a long time." He grinned over his ever-present skull coffee mug at her.They were only in their second day of their vacation, but she was excited that they'd decided to come on it. She truly hadn't realized how stressed she was at home. There was no tension in her neck, no headache waiting to come on. This was exactly what she had needed. "Me too." She smile
"Welcome back from vacay," Christine greeted Meredith with a huge hug as she walked into CRISIS a few days later."Thanks." She smiled ruefully. She already wished she was right back there. "Go ahead and fill me in. What have I missed?""Nothing huge. We didn't really have any excitement while you were gone. We took in a couple of girls, a couple of girls left. Same old, same old."There was something that nagged at the back of Meredith's mind. Nobody had mentioned Stephanie to her, there hadn't even been a text from Travis when she'd turned her phone on and started to wade through the things she'd ignored while on vacation. "What about Stephanie?""She packed her stuff and left." The way Christine said it was no-nonsense. She didn't need to tell Meredith that the girl had made one hell of a scene and threatened everyone from the Pope to the President of the United States. "There was no issue with her?" She wasn't sure if she believed that or not, there was something in the
First day of senior year and Mandy was ready for it to be over. "Are you two even gonna walk in with us?" she questioned Drew and Dalton. She and Charity had been trying to walk in for more than fifteen minutes. It was now fifteen minutes before the bell would ring signaling the pep rally to welcome them back to school."I ain't in a hurry," Drew told her. "We're seniors; we can do what we want."The two girls exchanged a look. That attitude was going to get them nowhere but in detention, and they both knew it. Charity grabbed her stuff out of the front of Drew's truck and glanced at Mandy. "I don't know about you, but I want to start this year off on a good foot. B's my homeroom teacher, and I don't know about any of you all, but I don't wanna be pissin' off Mrs. Stone. Let's go." She grabbed hold of Mandy's arm and dragged her toward one of the entrances."I don't know why they have to act like they're the hottest things at this school. I miss when they didn't think so highly o
The Blackfoot family had settled into a routine since their vacation in late August, but October had come roaring in like a lion and thrown them completely off track.Meredith sighed, she was tired. So very tired. "Is she down for the count?" Tyler asked as he walked into the living room, towel-drying his long hair."God, I hope so." She smiled ruefully.Adalynn was always a force to be reckoned with. Even sick with the stomach flu, she'd managed to run them ragged. "I kinda do too," he whispered. "I don't want her to puke in my hair ever again."She giggled, holding her arms out for him. "She didn't mean to do it.""I know." He collapsed on the couch next to her. "But if I ever have to deal with getting that out of this hair again—it will be too soon—and I might be forced to cut it."Meredith shot him a look. "The hell you will. I love your hair." She ran her fingers through it, getting the tangles out as she did. "It's one of the main reasons you get lucky," she flirte
Usually Tyler Blackfoot was a very patient man. He'd been known to wait for hours, sometimes days or weeks, for the person he was watching to slip up. They always hung themselves, and he was always there to catch them. That patience had left him the minute Ashley met them at the doors to the emergency room and leveled him with a stare. She could tell he wasn't going to let them do what they needed to, so she told him to wait outside. It had taken Jagger talking softly in his ear to calm him down. He'd reminded him that Meredith needed help and it would be best if they could work on her without him hovering.That had been two hours ago. "Shouldn't we know something by now?"Jagger thought they should, but he also though that for his own good, he shouldn't mention that. "You want me to go see if I can find anything out?"Tyler knew that his height and his looks intimidated most people. Pretty boy Jagger could get away with anything, he could make people talk. "Please, I just need t
Both Meredith and Tyler were dazed as they left the hospital. She held a prescription bag with pre-natal vitamins and Zofran in her hand as she got into the back of the SUV. Neither she nor Tyler had said a word for a while; both were lost in their own thoughts. It was early morning, the sun had already risen, and people were starting to go about their day."Do you think you could handle some breakfast? Do you want me to stop and grab something?" Jagger asked softly from his spot behind the steering wheel in the driver's seat."Yes." Meredith nodded. "I think I could handle some food, and I'm really thirsty.""What about you big man?" He looked over at Tyler."I could eat."Jagger shook his head. He'd never seen the two of them so out of it. If he hadn't known how badly the two of them wanted a child, he would have thought they weren't happy about the situation. The truth of the matter was, though, he did know how much they'd wanted a child; he could appreciate that they were
"I've never seen Meredith like that before," Bianca told Jagger as they drove to the clubhouse."She was in a bad spot after she was raped, but since then, I've never seen that blank stare in her eyes. Back then I was newly patched, so I wasn't privy to everything that was going on, but I can remember Tyler bringing her to the clubhouse. For months afterwards, she had this blank stare that could see straight through you—even when she seemed happy. It was like there was a part of her that would check out and go to this place where she wasn't sure how she felt about anything." He shook his head. "I saw that today, and the thing is, I don't understand it. She and Tyler have wanted this for a long ass time.""I imagine she's scared," B speculated. "I mean, think of it this way. Say you were never able to get pregnant, they told you everything was fine, but for years, you weren't able to have a child—never even got pregnant. Out of the blue, she's pregnant. I'm just saying if it were me
The temperature in the cab of the truck was downright frigid as Remy drove to Tyler's house to drop off Addie first. Tatum refused to meet his gaze and that flat out pissed him off. If she was going to give herself to another man and then have the balls to sit in front of him like this, she should at least have the decency to meet his eyes when he looked at her."Am I going to have to explain to Tyler why I'm dropping you off at one in the fucking morning?" Remy glanced in the review mirror of the truck, looking back to where Addie sat in the extended cab."No," she shook her head, looking about as tired and unhappy as he felt. "He's at the clubhouse. He and Mom had planned to stay and they took Caelin with them."Well, thank God for small favors, because the one person besides Liam he didn't want to face off with tonight, was Tyler."You're lucky I don't call him and tell him where the hell you've been. How could you let her go up there with him?" he questioned her, the irrita
Tatum's heart beat through her chest as she followed Gavin upstairs to a much quieter part of the house. Her mouth was dry – the result of her nerves, or the alcohol she'd consumed – she wasn't sure which. Her hand gripped Gavin's tightly, but she knew it wasn't because she was excited, it was because she wanted to yank on it, and stop him from leading her into the empty bedroom. Part of her wanted to put a stop to it, the other part wanted to go through with this so she could throw it in Remy's face. Those stubborn traits she'd inherited from her dad were alive and well tonight.She glanced over her shoulder, spotting Addie pulling out her phone and making a call. The worried look on her friend's face told her all she needed to know. Addie was probably calling in reinforcements and her time had suddenly become very limited."You feelin' good?" his deep voice questioned in her ear, causing her hair to stand up and goosebumps to appear on her arms. This time it was different than wh
Remy was in a piss-poor mood, had been since the night of the Christmas party and everything that had gone down with Tatum. He bit off the head of anyone foolish enough to ask if he was okay. He'd been eating lunch by himself, and overall had been a miserable fucking loner. Even right now, while everyone else was partying their asses off, his big date was being in the gym and beating the ever-loving shit out of a heavy bag. It was the only thing that seemed to calm him the last few days.Hearing his fists connect with the bag felt good, even if it was muted by the gloves he wore. His arms burned, his shoulders and back ached, his chest heaved, and sweat poured down his forehead and into his eyes; making them sting. The sting felt good though, because it distracted him from the guilt he felt for the way he'd treated Tatum. And that guilt was pressing down on him like he was trapped under a thousand-pound boulder.He'd felt every emotion on the spectrum since she'd walked out on him
Tatum's blue eyes took in the party-goers around her. In different parts of the room, she could see members of her graduating class, some kids that were now seniors, and a few college kids. God, this had never been her thing, she'd never found high school or college parties worth anything to her. She could see everything that went on at them and more, at the club parties. Plus, this was a mob mentality – everyone here went along with everyone else, and it was so boring. Nobody had any individuality. Normally, she'd have tossed the invitation in the trash can and not even thought twice about it. She would have spent the night at the club's New Year's party and have an actual good time with her friends and family.Tonight though, she was on a mission."Do you see anybody?" Addie asked as they surveyed the room.Tatum took a drink from the bottle of Strawberry Boone's Farm she carried in her hand. It was the bottom shelf stuff, guaranteed to get you loaded in the least amount of tim
Tatum had never felt anything like the all-consuming lust that blasted through her as soon as Remy grabbed her hip and pulled her deep into his body. She'd thought she had but damn, she was wrong. Her fingers grasped at his shirt, trying to ground herself in the feelings, when she felt his bare palms slip up under the hem of her dress. The sharp intake of breath, and the way he nipped at her lip indicated he'd discovered she'd worn a thong."Fuck, Tate," he moaned as he pulled his lips from hers.She almost cried as he abandoned her lips and smeared his mouth down her neck. She felt the sharp nip of his teeth down to the core of her body. It caused her nipples to tighten further against the lace of strapless bra, and before she knew what she was doing, she was rubbing up against him."Please, Rem," she gasped out when she felt one of his hands on her ass venture back over her hip, and closer to the wetness and heat she felt between her thighs."Has anybody touched you?" he grow
He knew the second she walked in, just like he'd known when she'd entered the bakery. Even seven shots of Pappy in, he could feel her, he knew she was there by the way the hair on the back of his neck stood up, the goosebumps he got on his arms and the way his dick stirred to attention. He wasn't sure what kind of hold Tatum Walker held over him, but it was strong, maybe dangerously so, like some sort of Jedi Mind Trick he'd never be able to resist. And dammit if his hand didn't shake as he took his next shot."Too much for you?" Drew asked as he noticed the slight tremble of the other man's hand.How did he tell the man sitting beside him, he was hard up for his little sister? Easy. He didn't."Nah, I'm good, but I gotta hit the head. Be back."Plan number two when plan number one didn't work? Run and hope she wouldn't follow. As much alcohol as he had consumed, he wasn't sure he could push her away this time. After all, he was only a man and he wasn't immune to the way she lo
He should have brought a date. Those were the first words Remy thought when he walked through the door of the clubhouse. It hit him like a ton of bricks, and all he wanted to do was turn around and head back to Cash and Harper's. Normally, he lived at the clubhouse, but he'd had dinner at their place tonight. He could relieve the babysitter watching Maddy, and he wouldn't have to worry about keeping his guard up.Couples were paired off, which meant anyone without a plus one would be inevitably thrown together. Looking up, he saw mistletoe was hung randomly around the room. Shit. Since he was the youngest, he seemed to be one of the few without a woman on his arm. Sure as the world turned, he'd find himself thrown toward someone tonight.Gazing around the room, he didn't see Tatum and for that he was extremely thankful. He'd been able to avoid her since the day at Harper's bakery, but it'd hadn't been easy. Not that she'd gone out of her way to be around him but they were in the sa
Remy told himself to slow down as he grasped her neck, hauling Tatum closer to him. He cautioned his lust-drunk body not to make a fool of itself. He warned his libido not to let this go too far. They were in the middle of the bakery, in the middle of downtown. Anyone could walk through that door from some dumbass off the street, to her brother, to her dad. But he couldn't stop, couldn't force his hand not to trail down her body and grasp her tight ass in his fingers. He wanted desperately to pull her lower half into his, wanted to shove his thigh between her legs and feel the heat he knew would be there. His tongue was forceful as it made its way into her mouth, testing how far she'd let him go.Turned out she'd let him go as far as he wanted to.His brain tried to warn him that this was progressing too quickly. It was getting too out of control, too fast. If he didn't watch it, he'd be picking her up and putting her ass first against the nearest wall. He was losing his mind, losi
Son of a bitch. Something in the way Tatum's gaze met his made him think he'd said those words loud enough she could hear them. But fuck, she looked amazing. Even more than she usually did. Tatum had been gorgeous for a long time, but with her hair in this new cut, she looked sexy, and almost… sophisticated. But this was Tatum. She'd never fully be a lady, not really. She didn't do dresses unless she had to, she didn't do caked on makeup, and she could hang with the guys – no matter how raunchy it got."Do you like it?" She asked again, this time looking much more unsure than when she'd started out. Very slowly, she ran her fingers through her hair, giving it a tousle.Remy cleared his throat, not sure how honest he wanted to be, but at the same time knowing he couldn't help but be honest. If he lied to her, she would know, and it would do nothing to help the situation they seemed to always find themselves in. The two of them always seemed to be either pushing or pulling at each ot