I nip her nose then climb out of bed.
She climbs out behind me wearingthose tiny shorts and thin tank top. Her nipples point right at me through the material. I groan,and my dick twitches.
She giggles again. Then shocks the hell out of me with a peck to my lips as she leaves the room.
Maybe I’ve made more progress than I thought.
Bang, bang, bang.
“Open up, asshole,” Ryder’s voice calls beyond the door of the bus.
“I not an asshole,” Lyra yells back as Ryder walks in with Angel.
“It is open, asshole,” I yell back.
I laugh until I catch Cara’s glare. “You should all watch what you say around her,” she scolds.
I contain a grin at how much she sounds like a mother right now. Instead, I raise a browat her. “Really?” I say with dripping sarcasm. Ryder smirks. Angel scowls. I want to tell her about Lyra’s comment the other day, but I don’t. I don’t want her to think about that night at all. If it weren’t for the fact that’s the night she fell into my arms, I wouldn’t either. I damn sure don’t want to think about why the guy was there.
I know she will eventually think about it. It’s inevitable, and I’m ready for when it happens. But I am not going to be the cause of it.
“Anal, Anal,” Lyra jumps to him.
He grabs her with a groan. “Cara, can you please help her say my name right.”
Cara smirks a bit, pretending to think about it. “I kind of think it’s cute.”
I love that she’s joking and laughing. At the moment, the panic and tension of a few nights ago and even a few weeks ago seem to be far from her mind.
Ryder is watching her closely. He’s being uncharacteristically quiet.
“Come on, Cara,” Angel nearly whines which is funny as hell. “I’ve never asked you for anything.”
“I. Says. Anal. Wight,” Lyra says, gripping his face between her tiny hands.
“An-j-el,” he argues with her like he always does. “Angel.”
“I not want you anymore,” she pouts with her arms folded across her chest.
“Aww hell, princess. I’m sorry.” he kisses her cheek.
Of course, my kid isn’t quick to forgive. She’ll be over it later today, but right now, her pride is wounded. “I want Wywy,” she throws herself from Angel’s arms to Ryder. He stops staring at Cara just in time to catch her.
Angel looks absolutely dejected. He isn’t overly expressive, but he loves my princessnearly as much as me. He was there every day for a while after she was born.He’s changed diapers and got up for midnight feedings nearly as much as me.
Cara seems to take pity on him. “I’ll see what I can do,” she assures him.
“Where are you guys? We got to go,” Maddox calls out as he enters the bus.
“Madsux, Anal is mean to me,” she tells him when he’s next to Ryder. Just as she did with Ryder, she is throwing herself into his arms.
“I just don’t want to be called anal anymore. I like it, but I don’t want to be called it.”
“Angel,” Cara hisses. “You can’t say that in front of her.”
“I get told I suck every time she says my name,” Maddox tells him with a laugh.
“You do,” he grumbles.
