Tuck
Nothing was betterthan waking up tangled with Jensen. She was like an octopus when she slept, all her limbs somehow twining with mine. My body didn’t mind one bit. It somehow seemed to fit perfectly with hers.
I could feel her heart beat against my palm. The steady rhythm eased me. She was here. Safe. Whole.
Jensen stirred, arching back and letting out a little moan.
My hold on her tightened. “Careful with those noises you make, Wilder.”
She stilled for a brief moment and then turned in my arms so she could press her lips to my throat. “Morning.”
I rose up on an arm, brushing the hair out of her face, careful to avoid the wound on her head. “Love waking up with you.”
Jensen grinned up at me. Her smile was so wide, so unguarded, it was like taking a roundhouse kick to the solar plexus. “I don’t hate it.”
I pressed my lips to her temple. “We’re doing this.”
Jensen placed a hand on my chest. “My stomach just flip-flopped.”
My hands continued to wander, tracing lines on her body that only I could see. “I think we should tell Noah first.”
Jensen pushed me to my back and straddled me, the sheet falling to her hips. “He’s going to be excited.”
My fingers dusted over the dip and curve of her waist. “I’m not above bribing him.”
Jensen let out a laugh. “I don’t think that will be necessary.” She bit her lip, those little worry lines peeking out on her brow.
I reached up, rubbing at the creases. “What’s wrong?”
Her shoulders slumped just a bit. “Walker.”
My hands dropped to her hips. “I have to talk to him after we tell Noah. Today.”
Jensen’s fingers traced circles on my chest. “I don’t get to be a part of that conversation?”
“I need to tell him first.” I sighed. “He’s going to be pissed, and I need some time to make him understand that this is more.” I cupped her face in my hands. “That this is everything.”
She turned her head so she could kiss my palm. “Okay. But if he pulls his overprotective bullshit, I’m banning him from the Kettle.”
I chuckled, rolling Jensen to her back and hovering over her. “You fight dirty.”
She grinned up at me. “You have no idea.”
My head dipped lower. “I guess I better find out.”
I steppedbetween Jensen’s legs as I took a sip of coffee. She wrapped them around me, careful to avoid the gun holstered at my hip, and set her cup of tea on the counter. “I hate that you have to go into work today.”
I groaned. “It’s not on the list of things I’m looking forward to.”
She laughed, plucking my coffee cup out of my hand and setting it on the counter. “What’s it gonna take to make you a tea drinker?”
I chuckled and then tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “At least a dozen more showers with you.” Just the image of Jensen on her knees in the shower that morning, water streaming down her curves, had my dick twitching against my zipper. I’d had her twice that morning, and I still wanted more. I had a feeling I’d never get enough.
Jensen leaned in closer. “I think that can be arranged.”
I dipped my mouth to hers, my tongue teasing her lips apart.
“What the fuck?”
