Roni realized pretty quickly that she'd made a big mistake accusing her husband the way she did. All the feelings she'd thought he was having were obviously all in her head and that made her feel awful. The only thing he'd been doing was going to work and making a better life for their family and all she'd done was dump on him for her feelings of being "abandoned". He hadn't wanted his old life back, he was working himself to the bone to provide for her and Carter and all she'd done is add to the heavy load he'd already shouldered for them."I'm sorry," she whispered again. There was no way he'd know exactly how sorry she was. Normally she wasn't quick to assume the worst when it came to him but she'd been looking for a fight, apparently feeling sorry for herself when she'd no call to at all."You're sorry?" he gave her a dark grin. "You're gonna have to come up with something a little more than you're sorry, Roni. This could all have been avoided if you would have just been up fro
"You should have told me you had a cop fantasy," Rooster teased as they lay in bed that morning. Both of them had called in sick to work and dropped Carter off at daycare so they could have the day to themselves. The first thing they'd done was come back and relax under their warm comforter.She snorted, rolling over so she could face him. "I wouldn't exactly call it a cop fantasy per se. It's just always been a fantasy of you losing that firm grip you always have on your control."He chose to ignore what she said, because nothing could ever change who he was, and how he conducted himself. He'd had to keep a firm grip on himself for most of his life to make it through what he'd been through."What time do we have to go get Carter?" he asked, as he glanced at the ceiling, seeing the time on their projection clock."About three, so we have a few hours," she told him, yawning. "I'm so tired. I don't know how you've been keeping this work schedule you've been doing.""I'm doing i
DREW & CHARITYCharity Walker did her best to stay awake as she sat in Christine Steele's salon chair getting her hair done. "If I start to doze, yank on me," she warned the older woman."Those babies keeping you up at night?" Christine smiled at her friend through the mirror.Charity nodded. "If Harley gets going she wakes up Justice or vice versa and then we're stuck there for hours. I think Drew is catching cat naps at work," she pursed her lips and wrinkled her forehead. "But every time I'm almost able to get one, I'm due in court."She sighed. She wouldn't give her children up for anything. Granted the twins had been a huge surprise when she and Drew found out they were expecting, but they'd been okay. The first few weeks things had been confusing and it had taken them a bit to get used to the needs of two newborns, but they'd done it like they did everything else, together. Now that the twins were older, she was hoping like hell they'd be able to start sleeping through wh
Drew Walker had never been so bored in his life. Business shindigs weren't his thing, but they meant a lot to Charity and her law firm. Here, he couldn't wear his cut, couldn't show most of the tattoos he had, and he had to pretend like he'd never done anything wrong.It all made him feel claustrophobic, but he'd do it for Charity. There wasn't really anyone here for him to speak with, no one here who pretended to be friendly with him, but that was okay. He was doing a great job holding up the bar. Especially after Steele and Christine had cut out an hour ago. He checked his watch and let his gaze roam the room for his wife.For the first time he noticed that the room they were in was nauseating in its Christmas cheer. It looked like a giant Christmas present. He and Charity had already done the exchanging of gifts, back in November. He had to smile, they'd never been good at hiding gifts from one another. Usually they flat out told each other what they were getting the other. It h
Drew got up and shimmied out of his pants and dress shirt. If Charity was getting ready to seduce him, he'd get ready to seduce her, too. Leaving his boxers on, he scooted up so he sat back against the headboard. Folding his hands behind his head, he leaned back … relaxing for the first time in ages.It felt like it had been years since he'd been able to fully let his guard down. All the time at home, he was listening for one of the girls to cry, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Whether it be a trip to the doctor, or to the twenty-four-hour grocery because they ran out of something.He yawned loudly, his jaw popping as he shook his head. Glancing at his watch, he saw Charity had been in the bathroom for going on twenty minutes. Women needed time to primp, even ones who always looked good, he rationalized. Yawning again, he contemplated shutting his eyes for just a few minutes. He was so damn tired, and it wouldn't be awful if he did. He'd wake up as soon as he heard the bathroom
Charity was so fucking tight on his finger he was afraid he was going to come before he even got his cock near her. She was so ripe for this, so ready, and he wanted to be the one to give it to her. He could feel the way her body was strung tight like a bow.He was the same way, if truth be told. He wanted to make her scream, wanted to make her hoarse and he wanted to hear it. He didn't want her having to hold anything in fear of waking someone up in their household. It was one of the major things he'd been missing since they'd become parents. Their lives hadn't revolved around this and they'd had to learn other ways to connect but it was a huge part of their relationship. While he loved her and it didn't matter to him how he connected with her, he was honest enough to admit that he'd missed this.Without thinking about it, he was shoving himself against the mattress, grinding against the cool sheets. God, it felt good to grind his hot cock against them, and to have his mouth on he
REMY & TATUM"Do you wanna go shorter?"Tatum Walker watched as Christine Steele lifted up the ends of her dark hair, trying to envision what Christine wanted to do. Try as she might, she couldn't picture it. How would it make her look? Would it make her more grown up, more desirable? Change didn't frighten her, but other people's reactions to changes – especially ones she made – sometimes did. It was always important to weigh the pros and cons. Her dad had taught her that lesson."How short are we talkin'? I've had long hair for most of my life, I'm not sure I'd know what to do with shorter hair. How to style it or anything."Christine sighed and turned the chair Tatum sat in so that they faced one another. Staring her down until Tatum's eyes met hers, she gave her a pat on the hand and talked to her woman-to-woman. "The reason you're here to get your hair done a week before the club Christmas Party isn't because you just finally had the time to do it, am I right? This isn't s
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