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The most fighting in our house was probably done by us kids over something stupid. I guess Julie and Jennie fought the most out of anyone, but we weren’t really old enough to remember it. Having four teenage boys in the house caused some stir ups, competition, but nothing unnatural.
I honestly cringe when I see couples fight in public, especially when most of it is on dumb shit that could be calmly discussed. Like a girl giving the guy her number while he’s out with his, I mean come on, that does not necessitate a level ten screaming match. Okay, if the guy was blatantly flirting with the girl, call him out on it—call him out if he actually takes the number, but even that doesn’t need a screaming match to resolve.
Shit, if a guy isn’t giving his full attention to his girl, she should ditch his ass and find one that will—just without the unnecessary screaming crap. Yelling, screaming, arguing—none of that is a sign that it’s a good, passionate relationship. Nah, that’s toxic crap that shouldn’t begin to enter the mix.
Passionate is not the same thing as being loud or angry. I know that firsthand.
There’s no way that my parents aren’t passionate about one another. Shit, I think some of us would prefer that they weren’t still so passionate. Me especially since I happened to see them together for two seconds too long a couple years ago.
I’d gone over to the house to see if I could find one of my tools, thinking I’d left it in the garage, and on my way through the house, I saw them embraced and my dad’s naked ass. I hauled it out of there asap, found my tool, and went home to sanitize my eyes.
Now, I just want to be able to love Natalie, protect her—her body and her heart. It’s far easier knowing she doesn’t want the drama like some of the girls I did end up on dates with seemed to. Two of the girls I went out with purposely hit on guys right in front of me, trying to make me angry. Instead, it made me break-up with them, and wish even harder for a relationship like my parents had.
My girl will know I love her completely, be completely comfortable and secure in our relationship. She won’t need to stir up unnecessary drama to get my attention—she’ll always have it.
We go over the items in the report, Natalie forwarding the message she got this morning from Craig demanding to know where she was, telling her if she didn’t tell him, next time he saw her, she’d pay, to all of us to add to the report as well. Kayla gives her hand a squeeze when they’re finished, the look in her eyes saying far more than words might.
“I’ll let you know as soon as we get in to see a judge,” Kayla assures us as they’re heading out. “If for any reason they’d need to see you to confirm things, we’ll have it done over Zoom. The only possible issue they might have that I can think of is that you don’t have a permanent address in town. They may say you need to file it in Johnsonville, but we’ll argue that since the harassment started while you were in town for school and he’s a resident here that it’s valid to file here. We’ll request that your sister’s address as well as school’s be included so he can’t bother you in the dorms any longer.”
“Use my address,” I tell them, pulling Natalie’s attention up to me, shock filling her gaze. “You’re going to be living with me regardless of how long it takes for you to say yes to me, baby. It’ll mean a drive across town to get there in the mornings, but it’s also safer for you to be with me than in the dorms next year.”
“I might not even be back next year,” Natalie sighs, but there’s no way I’ll let that happen. “You really want me to stay with you, even if…”
“Even if you want your own room until you catch up to where I am with us, yes, I want you where you’ll be safe. I want you where I’ll be able to see you, eat breakfast with you every day, spend time with you, even if you’re simply studying,” I assure her, relaxing a bit when she agrees, and we update the paperwork to reflect my address.
I glance between Kayla and Detective Taylor, a slight smile hitting me adding to them, “If you can get this in front of Judge Phillips, I’m sure it’ll go smoothly.”
“How’s that?” Detective Taylor asks.
“If he sees the address on it, he’ll know that Natalie’s mine regardless of what her last name is,” I tell them, pulling Natalie’s brow up a hint in surprise. “His address is the same numerically and the same street name as mine. Only his is West Claymont whereas mine is East Claymont.”
“You’ve gotten his mail before while he’s gotten yours I take it?” Detective Taylor guesses.
“More than once. I dropped by his place on my way to a job once to deliver a package. Turns out it was for his wife’s birthday, and he’d been trying to figure out where it was because it showed as delivered, but he’d taken off that day to wait for the delivery that never showed. If he knows the family’s involved with this, he won’t argue it,” I promise Natalie, and she relaxes more as the two leave.
She wraps her arms around my waist, holding tight and I don’t argue at all about it. Only a fool would argue about his woman needing comfort from him, would turn her away, and I’m sure as hell, not a fool.
“Thank you,” she sighs, her face lifting, and I drop a kiss onto her lips.
“I’ll always take care of you, however necessary, baby girl. If that’s helping stop some psycho that’s stalking you, I sure as hell will do everything I can to end it. If that’s holding you when you’re scared or need comfort, my arms are yours, Nat. You’re my first priority now. I can’t be happy unless you are,” I add, pulling a little shiver from her that makes me smile.
That reaction isn’t one of fright or worry. No, I felt her hands tighten on me, her little nipples pressing through the fabric of her shirt into me, and I love it.
“Thank you, daddy,” she says softly, her green eyes, glittering beams of hunger, and it makes my body come fully to life hearing those sweet words.
My hand delves into her wheat colored locks, holding her head where I want it, stealing her lips with a hard kiss, putting everything I feel for her into it. Her tongue teases mine when her lips part, letting me taste all of her, until a moan falls from her mouth into mine, her body pressing hard against me.
I tear my mouth from hers, breathing hard, as my body demands I not stop. I can smell her desire, see it in her eyes when they flutter open. Her nipples are tight tips against her shirt, her hips pressing against mine, sending a shiver through her, but I know it’s too soon. The moment we begin to move from this spot, something is bound to change, and as desperate as I am to claim her, I don’t know how easy it’ll be to stop.
I have to do it now if I’m going to put her first.
“Jamison?” she whispers as I cup her face gently, dragging in deep heaving breaths to calm my raging hard-on.
“I love you, baby girl,” I tell her, not about to hold those words back for another second. She may not say them in return, but I know the feeling is building within her. One day, she’ll say them in return, say them first, and that day will be spectacular. For now, I’ll say them to her a million times, so she never questions my commitment to us, to her—giving her time to get there. “I want you more than anything, but until you’re really ready for it, I can’t take much more without doing something stupid. Something I know you’re not ready for even if your body needs it just as badly.”
“I…”
“You don’t have to say anything and don’t even think of trying to apologize,” I tell her when she bites her bottom lip, her eyelids hiding her gaze from me. “I didn’t mean to let that kiss get that heated, hearing you call me daddy put me on edge and I dove in a bit too fast. Today is not about pushing you to let me have your body. I want it when you’re ready, all of you, and not just in relation to the depth of desire we create within each other. So, I’m going to head outside, get things set up to build the cabinets for now, okay?”
