“Since I planned for this to be your safe haven. Wherever you go, there’s at least one pampered pup not far behind.”
I’m smacked with a lusty dose of appreciation. “Good grief, Stalker. Could you be more considerate?”
“Maybe if you let me conserve water. Not to mention that breakfast is the most important meal of the day,” he recites while striding toward me. “I’ll eat fast.”
It takes all of two seconds for me to forget about our incoming guests. “There’s no need to rush. I don’t want you to get a stomach ache.”
Freshly showered and stuffed from Bianca’s pussy, I swing open the front door to greet our family. I can finally claim them as mine by extension, which will be officially and legally announced when she’s ready. Our hands are clasped in a secure hold to present us as a cohesive unit. She doesn’t fight me or try to pull away while I usher her out onto the porch. My chest expands to the point of bursting with pride.
Brody and Dennis are perched against the railing. Paisley is poking around the property, wandering her way to the barn. There’s a gooseneck trailer hitched to their truck. From the chorus of stomping hooves, I’d say there are three horses itching to be unloaded.
Bianca’s cheeks are a revealing shade of red as she releases me to hug the most important men in her life. “Howdy, y’all. This is unexpected.”
“You invited us,” Brody drawls.
Her backpedaled stride returns her to me. “That’s true, but you didn’t tell me you were coming.”
He points a thumb at Dennis. “Dad did.”
“When you were ten minutes out,” Bianca huffs.
“Paisley wanted it to be a surprise.”
“The phone call was a bit of a shock.” Her legs clench as if recalling what we’ve been busy doing since they last spoke.
“You’re happy we’re here?” Dennis sounds unsure.
Which has his daughter rushing to say, “Yes, of course. Welcome to… our safe house to escape the chaos.” She turns to find my gaze on her. “That’s a mouthful. We need to actually name this place.”
I stoop down to whisper in her ear. “Kinky Ultimatum.”
Her blush darkens. “No.”
A soft chuckle scrapes free from the bowels of my hardened exterior. “You decide, Princess.”
She taps her chin before gasping. “Keller’s Keep.”
Talk about perfection. I bite my bottom lip, dragging the flesh between my teeth. “Are you agreeing to stay and become a Keller?”
“That’s putting several carts in front of the horse, but probably.”
“Bee is safe to come home,” Brody interjects. His steely gaze fastens on me. “If you want to stay out here until the smoke clears, I’ll give you paid leave.”
“She’s not leaving without me,” I inform him.
His nostrils flare. “Care to rephrase that?”
“No.”
Bianca cackles. “Well, how about that? He listens to me now, big brother.”
“About damn time,” he boasts.
She purses her lips into a luxury bow. “You’re not mad?”
“Livid, but can’t fault him. Love fucks with logic.”
Her jaw drops. “Are you saying I’m making him illogical?”
