“You don’t know that.”
“I know you’ve been such a wonderful mom to your sister that she’s having to force you to stop taking care of her.”
“Ugh, I never should have told you about that. Besides, it doesn’t prove anything other than I’d be a helicopter parent. That’s not good.”
“Maybe. But the woman I’ve gotten to know is smart and tough and, if she wants to be a good mom, she’ll read all thebooks and talk to other moms and figure out how to be the best damn mom she can be.”
I couldn’t fall asleep last night and I spent nearly an hour reading a parenting blog while Garrick slept beside me. “But what if it’s in my genes to be a bad mom? What if I try to be a good mom and I gamble and drink and run after no good men like my mother does?”
He laughs. “Now you’re just being ridiculous. You’re way too stubborn to become your mother without a damn good fight, but I’d say if you haven’t become her by now, you’re never going to.”
“You’re just saying what I want to hear.”
He snorts. “Yeah, I’m known for my ability to lie and flatter. Especially to you.”
I twist in his arms until we’re face to face. “You really think I could be a good mom?”
He grins. “Hell, yeah.” He sobers quickly. “And if you are pregnant and you decide to have the baby, I’ll be with you every step of the way. I’ll make sure you’re not a bad mom.”
Relief washes through me. I don’t feel forced to be tied to him forever. I feel grateful to have someone on my team. “Promise?”
“I promise.”
Our ‘vacation’ isn’t technically over, so I kiss him. And then I slide down his body, still kissing him.
I’m feeling things about this man I have no words for. The only way I know to communicate what I’m feeling is to show him.
When I get to his cock, I take a moment to admire it in the full light of day. I got to spend a lot more time with it last night, but I still haven’t really gotten to inspect it inch by inch.
“Demon,” Garrick says in a warning tone.
I smile up at him and decide to have a little fun. I put my mouth on him and take him as deep as I can, licking and sucking. I get him as close to orgasm as I can.
Then I pull back and look up at him, panting. “Want me to keep going?”
“Fuck, yes,” he says on a groan. Then he meets my eyes. “As long as you want to. We can do something else.”
“I’ll keep doing this. I’m having fun.”
His eyes flare. “What game are you playing?”
“The best kind of game, Evergreen. The kind of game that’s going to make you beg.”
“I don’t know—”
I put my mouth back on him, and he stops talking. Until he gets close again and I stop.
“Fuck, Demon, please. I need to come.”
I lick him from balls to tip, then take him deep. Again, I wait until he’s close and stop.
He glares down at me. “Are you enjoying yourself?”
“Uh-huh.” I don’t see any point in denying how much fun I’m having.
Just as I’m about to go down on him again, he flips me and pins me to the bed. “You’ve made me realize something, Demon.”
His naked body on top of mine and the look in his eyes is making it hard for me to think, much less speak. “What?”
