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Rolling her eyes, Addi grins. “Are you all packed for tomorrow?”
“I think so. Ugh, I’m so nervous. I’m not sure I’m ready for this.”
Reaching out, Addison puts her hands on my shoulders. “You were born ready for this. Go have some fun, live a little. I’m jealous, but rest assured, if there is a frat party, I’m there.”
Shaking my head, I can’t help but smile. “I think we’re a bit old for that now.”
Eyes widening, Addison gasps. “Excuse me, I’m not even twenty-five. How dare you say such a thing.”
“Some of those kids are like eighteen. We’re old in comparison.”
Putting her hands over her ears, Addison clicks her tongue. “La la la, I’m not listening.”
“Well, some of us still act like we’re eighteen ...” I tease.
Dropping her hands, she grins and flicks her hair. “Better.”
“Seriously, though, I’m so nervous.”
She tips her head to the side thoughtfully. “Trust me, honey, you’re going to be just fine and so are the kids. Spike might sulk, but he’s going to get through. Just think about the amazing sex you’ll have when you get back.”
I grin. “Oh, I’m already imagining it.”
“No more babies, though, because that girl is enough to keep us on our toes forever.”
Mercy babbles and smiles at that exact moment.
“I think she is going to keep us alive, that’s for sure,” I say, pressing a kiss to her chubby, soft cheek.
“I can’t believe we’re mothers now. Remember when we were just tormenting this poor club with our presence?”
I laugh. “Oh, those were the good old days.”
Addison laughs, then steps forward and hugs me.
“Go give them hell, honey.”
Oh, I plan to.
THE WAFT OF SMOKE COMING from the darkness tells me he’s outside. After parking in the garage, I checked on both kids, who are soundly sleeping, then I head out to find him sitting on the front deck, boots up on the railing, cigarette in hand. Taking him in, shirtless, wearing only a pair of jeans, my heart skips a beat. Spike still has the ability to make everything inside me turn to water.
My knees get weak.
My breath hitches.
He’s the very air I breathe.
Walking up behind him, I place my hand on his back, running it down his warm, muscled form. God damn. I want him more than he could ever possibly know.
“I’ve heard you’re getting up to no good,” I murmur, sliding around until I’m in front of him.
His hand lashes out, pulling me onto his lap as he flicks the cigarette over the railing. I frown at him, but he quickly takes that frown away when he leans in, his mouth finding my neck as his hands pull me closer, pressing my tiny body against his large one.
“Distracting me won’t help,” I murmur, closing my eyes, relishing in the way his lips feel moving over my flesh.
Pulling back, I meet his gaze, taking in those perfect eyes. I run my hand through his sandy colored hair—it’s not as long as it usually is, but it still gives him that rugged edge, especially with the bandana tied around his head. I slide it off, tossing it to the ground as I glide my fingers through his locks.
“Tell me what’s happening,” I say, not moving my gaze from his.
