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Oakland shrugs.
"Come on, let’s get the girls inside." As we carry our sleeping kids into the house, I can’t help but feel a sense of rightness settle over me.
Oakland follows me up the steps to Mila’s room. I tuck Mila in on the top bunk and move back so Oakland can settle Morgan in on the bottom.
I pull the door closed behind Oakland and lead her down the hall. I push open the door and sweep my arm out in front of me. Oakland smiles, steps around me, and pauses. “Uh… is this your room?”
“Yep,” I close the door behind me.
Oakland’s brows go up to her hairline. “Well… Uh… I can sleep on the couch.”
“That’s not fucking happening.” I’ve waited weeks to get her under me and she’s not about to sleep on my damn couch.
"Oh," she says softly, a blush creeping up her cheeks when she realizes what I’m saying.
I smirk. "I’ll be a perfect gentleman."
Oakland bites her lip, her cheeks turning pinker.
Yeah, babe. I’m full of shit.
“I need something to sleep in,” Oakland says softly.
I rummage through my dresser, pulling out an old t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.
"These might be a bit big, but they should work," I say, handing them to her.
Our fingers brush as she takes the clothes, and I feel a jolt of electricity shoot through me and from the way Oakland’s breath catches, I know she feels it too.
"Thanks," she murmurs, clutching the clothes to her chest.
My eyes stay glued to her ass as she disappears into the bathroom and damn near pop out of my head when she strolls back out.
The sexy-as-sin woman is dressed in nothing but my shirt, with her bare legs on display.
It’s at this moment, that I know I’d give my left nut to have her in my bed every night.
"The pants were too big," she whispers, pulling me from my thoughts as she hands me the sweats.
"Right," I sigh, taking them from her and tossing them onto my dresser with one thought in mind.
It’s going to be a long fucking night.
CHAPTER FIVE
Thorn
The smell of coffee and bacon coming up the steps pulls me out of a deep sleep.
Who the hell is cooking in my kitchen?
The second the thought goes through my head, the events from yesterday come flooding back in.
Oakland.
Morgan.
Their trailer, vandalized.
