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And weve dealt with it differently. Ivy is the fixer, always trying to soothe ruffled feathers. I went out and partied, cracked stupid jokes, and shut down any and all deeper connections.
Its worked so far, but seeing Ivy so gone on Gray and still she has to live this life? I dont understand it. Ivys long fingers wrap tight around her mug. It was better when I could go with him. It sucks when were apart. I wont lie about that, but She worries her bottom lip with her teeth.
I dont know how else to explain it except to say that Gray is my heart. Life simply doesnt work without him in it so She shrugs.
We do what we have to do during his season. And thats really enough? Her smile is almost secretive. Yeah, she says softly. Gray is more than enough. The way she says it, like hes the joy that begins and ends her day, hits me square in the chest, and I have trouble breathing. Loneliness is this cold, drafty thing blowing over me, making me want to hug myself tight. How must it feel? To be a part of someone else? And theyre a part of you? Someone to have your back no matter what?
My knuckles press against the table. I should be enough for me. I shouldnt feel lonely. Maybe Im getting hormonal or something. Thankfully, I dont have to wallow in my weird maudlin mood because the front door opens, and Dex and Gray amble in.
My heart rate kicks up, seeing Dexs massive frame outlined in the doorway. Gray zeroes in on Ivy. Is he sleeping? I put him down twenty minutes ago. Baby G might not sleep at night, but he naps like a champ, a good two hours at a stretch. Something Gray knows better than I do. He grins. Shenanigans are go.
Yeah, I dont even want to know what that means, though I can guess. Especially when Ivy blushes. On your feet, woman. Times a wasting. Ivy grumbles under her breath about perverted cupcakesagain, dont want or need to knowand then gets to her feet. Shes hauled off by Gray a second later.
He carries her up the stairs, taking them two at a time. I got to give it to him, I say to Dex, who hasnt left the kitchen. His stamina is impressive. Motivation helps, he answers dryly. God, he has a nice voice. Smooth, deep, even. But, then, you know, we do train for stamina. Theres a gleam in his eyes that goes straight to my sex, gives it a teasing tweak. I lurch up from my seat and refill my coffee cup because Im not falling for that one. You want a cup? I ask. Dex still hasnt moved from the entrance to the kitchen.
Steady as always, I suppose. While Im fluttering around like a fool. He nods and walks to the heavy pine farm table that sits beneath a wall of windows.
The table fills me with pride because I made it. I never intended to make furniture, but my two friends Jackson and Hal are furniture designers and cajoled me to give it a try.
I love creating something with my own hands, going from concept to completion. This table was my first try, and while I see where I could improve things, the design works well here, counterbalancing the modern, gleaming white cabinets and copper-covered appliancesbecause Ivy thought steel was boring. And because veritable giants live in this house, the seats are large and sturdy. Even so, Dexs frame swallows up the chair as he sits in it. I bring him a cup, and then I notice: hes wearing his hair down.
It falls in thick, brown waves to the top of his collar. The sun has left streaks of gold running through it. And while the combination of full beard and flowing hair should be too muchcall to mind an iconic Jesus or somethingit isnt. It just looks hot.
I sit and curl my fingers around my mug. He does the same, and the late-morning sun shines through the window, illuminating his tattoos. Black and red roses, a clock, a sugar skull, an indigo dragon, a s battleshiptheres a lot to look at. They run up his arms and under his sleeves, making me wonder if his chest and torso are covered too. Do they have meaning? I ask, because Im clearly looking.
Some do. His rich voice is almost a shock to my system, as if by speaking, hes flicked my senses into overload. But he doesnt notice. Some of them just came to me while I was drawing. You drew these? He nods, takes a sip of his coffee. It relaxes me. I like to draw too. Mostly room designs nowadays.
You did a great job with the house, he says, not bothering to look around. I have no doubt hes already made a study of the entire place. Id like to think were just making chit-chat. That were just like any other casual acquaintances who happen to be houseguests at the same time and place. But thats not whats happening. Because Dexs gaze never leaves mine. Its unnerving.
As if behind his light conversation, what hes really saying is, You loved it, didnt you? Sucking on my tongue, grinding on my cock. You want it again, dont you? Heat washes over me, and I struggle not to shift in my seat. I realize weve stopped talking and are simply staring at each other. Every place he didnt touch last nightevery place I want him to touchis hot and achy. I take a deep breath.
Watch him do the same. Im about to bolt when he leans forward, his muscled forearms sliding a bit closer. Go out with me. On a date.
I push back from the table. But I cant make my legs lift me. I thought last night was A mistake? He slowly shakes his head. Not for me. I know Im gaping. I cant seem to stop. But, but His eyes crinkle.
In the full sun, I see that theyre a striking blend of colorsblue, green, gold, and brownlike polished agate. I like it. My mouth snaps shut. Then promptly opens. You like me speechless. Well, theres a great motivator for going out with you. Like that I made you speechless. That I flustered you. He tilts his head as he looks me over. You do the same to me. Get me all worked up.
Only it seems to make me talk more than usual, not less. A fresh wave of heat washes through me. Dex Ethan, he interjects softly. Will you call me Ethan? At least some of the time? Ethan, I say quietly, and it feels intimate. Especially when his lids lower as though Ive stroked his skin just by saying his name. I swallow hard. Dont take this the wrong way, but you dont seem like the hookup type. Im not. He clenches his mug again. I dont think you really are either.
No, I admit with a small smile. Not really. Im looking for more now. Thing is, were both here for the week. Ivy and Gray are in no condition to entertain. I like you. A lot. Why dont we go out together? Ermthats not what your proposition sounded like to me. You said on a date. His lush lips curl. No, do not look at his mouth. I watch his lips move. I did. I want to kiss you again, Fiona. I couldnt sleep last night because I wanted that so badly.
So, yeah, I said date.
Because if you let me, Im going to kiss you again, as much as I can. Its a struggle to find my voice. Neither of us is looking for casual. We dont even live in the same city.
I dont date athletes. Or friends of my sister.
Or Why dont we start with what you do, he cuts in, his gaze direct, firm. It lowers to my mouth before sliding back up to my eyes. Do you want to kiss me again, Fiona? Why does he have to say my name that way? As if its a dare. And why is he so damn perceptive?
His eyes bore into me. Did you think about me last night? In your bed? No one has ever been so blunt with me. It does my head in, giving me no place to hide. All Im asking is for the truth, he says, his big, strong body rock solid in his chair. Licking my lips, I try to breathe. I can do truth. Its not so hard. One of his dark brows rises. Yes to what? If I have to elaborate, I might expire on the spot.
Does it matter when the answer is yes? He smiles, and its like the dawn cresting over the sea. When it comes to you, Fiona, the answer always matters. But Ill take that as a yes to all of the above.
The chair scrapes as he rises, and my heart threatens to pound right out of my chest. But he doesnt approach me. No, the smug bastard just finishes off his coffee in one gulp and puts the mug in the dishwasher. He glances at me over his shoulder before he goes. Can you be ready in an hour? What about everything that I said? He doesnt blink. Those are all fears. I respect that. But lets take things as they come and see what happens.
Thats all I manage. This guy makes my head spin. Hes just so reasonable. I dont have any defense against it. Against him and his damn sexy self. Damn it. He gives me that smile once again. Dress warmly. Its cold out today. Youre kind of bossy, I call after him. You know that? He stops and looks back at me. Apparently only with you, Cherry. I dont say another word, just watch his tight ass move beneath his jeans as he walks away.
Well, fuck me, I mutter. Ive been played. Dex Its official: Ive lost my fucking mind. After spending the night basically staring up at the ceiling, Id decided to leave Fiona alone. Be polite. Retreat into my shell. A safe and solid plan. One that crumbled like sun-dried turf the second I saw her sitting in the kitchen, the morning light glowing like a nimbus around her golden hair. She was so beautiful she made my heart hurt. Sharing a cup of coffee with her, watching those lovely full lips of hers move as she made idle small talk with me was more than I could take.
I want Fiona. Enough to ignore certain fears and go after her. But Im so out of my element that a tremor goes through my fingers as I run them through my hair and gather it up in a knot. Frowning, I comb my beard and stare into the mirror. My beard is a part of me now. How everyone sees me. Hell, its why Fiona kissed me.
And I have the urge to shave it off. Shave my hair off too. I honestly dont even know what Id see reflected back at me if I did. The door opens, and Gray saunters in as if he owns the place. Which he does. But still. Knocking, Gray-Gray, is a valuable skill. Im too tired to knock. He flops onto the armchair by the window and leans his head back with a groan. Shouldnt you be satisfying your wife?
I satisfied the fuck out of her. He drags a hand over his face. And then she fell asleep. I snort, and he glares. Fell asleep on a wave of extreme post-coital bliss, he assures before looking me over. Going out, big guy? In truth, Gray is two inches taller than me. But hes built for speed while Im built for blocking, which means I carry more bulk muscle. Im taking Fiona to the Japanese Garden. Silence follows. SoFiona, huh? Gray sounds thoughtful. Setting my hands on the dresser, I brace for a fight.