“Of you, asshole!”
I chuckled at her. Every time she called me an asshole, it made my dick twitch. “Come here, baby.” I grabbed her hands and pulled her to me. “You fucking terrify me,” I whispered. “I want you so fucking bad. And that makes me feel guilty. It’s only been three months since my old lady passed away, but from that first day when you called me a fucking boomer, I’ve wanted you.”
“I should go. I should call Val and have her send someone else.”
“I’m not letting you go,” I argued. “I want to share something with you. Only two other people know this besides me and I don’t plan on broadcasting it, but I want you to know. Rachel left me a letter before she died. She said some things that hit me hard. She said she knew I didn’t love her as much as she loved me.”
Her inhale was so loud it bordered on a gasp.
“I fucking loved her. I wouldn’t have asked her to be my old lady if I didn’t. But she’s right. She talked about how I was her forever but she wasn’t mine. I was so fucking pissed when I read it. I’ve been angry for months. At Rachel, at Ryder, at myown goddamn self. And then you rode into my life and turned it upside fucking down.”
Rosie put her arms around her waist, hugging herself. Her frown broke my heart. I didn’t want her seeing herself that way, but I could read her thoughts as loudly as if she was screaming them at me.
“I didn’t mean to,” she whispered, and it was so damn soft.
“Baby, don’t apologize. In less than a month, you turned my world around in the best fucking way possible. That first time I kissed you, I felt like I could breathe again.”
She blinked at me slowly. “You didn’t look happy after you kissed me.”
“I wasn’t. I felt guilty as hell.”
She turned away, and I pulled her back against me.
“I felt guilty because a single kiss has never affected me the way it did when I kissed you. I felt guilty because it meant Rachel was right. Maybe I didn’t love her the way she loved me. But she said something else in that letter.”
I turned Rose in my arms so she could see the honesty in my eyes.
“She told me to grieve how I needed to, but that my forever was out there. And when I found you, whether it was a year later or a day, she wanted me to love you the way I couldn’t love her.”
Her eyes danced between mine. I saw the question in hers before she asked, “What are you saying?”
“I’m not sure. I’m not ready to ask you to be my old lady, but I want you here. I want you in my life.”
She bit her lip, and it was so fucking adorable, I had forgotten I planned to redden her ass when I got here.
“I don’t know what kind of fucking magic you have, but when I rode up here my plan was to spank your ass red. I was so damn pissed when Sypher told me you were at the motel. What happened this morning?”
She rolled her teeth between her lips and looked up at me through her lashes. She was trying to play innocent, and I knew she was anything but.
“Kytten,” I warned.
“Why do you call me that?” She pouted. “I like the sound of my name on your lips.”
“I love the sound of your name on my lips.” I leaned down and kissed her softly. “Rosie is the sweet pixie I want to kiss and protect and worship. Kytten is the sexy ballbuster I want to fuck. The one who tries my patience and makes my blood boil.”
I pulled her against me so she could feel my cock straining against my jeans. “Make no mistake. They both make me fucking hard.” I slammed my lips against hers with a force that told her just what I wanted. I lifted her in my arms and walked her to the edge, before I laid her down on the grass and climbed over her.
“I want you, baby. I want you in my life. I want you in my bed.” I punctuated each sentence with a hard kiss. I ground myself against her as I continued, “I want you to meet my brothers. All of them. I want you to have brunch with the girls every fucking Sunday while I grumble about you leaving my bed to spend time with someone else.”
“That sounds an awful lot like an old lady.”
“It sure fucking does.” I rolled off her and rested on my elbow as I gazed down at her. My other hand trailed up and down her arm. “Come to the clubhouse.”
“Friday, Cash.” She looked at me, something warring inside her. “I need a few days to wrap my head around this. I need to talk to Val. I have a life in Vegas. I owe her so much, I don’t think I can just walk away.”
“You don’t have to. Sypher is here. He and Pippen are settling here in Diamond Creek. You could too.”
“Maybe...”
