Page 25 of Finding English

“Got an excellent horsewoman there, Cassie girl.”

“See,” Michaela said, making everyone laugh.

Cassie ruffled her daughter’s hair, and Henry grinned at her as she glanced at him and mouthed the words thank you. He had no idea what she was thanking him for, but he would take it.

“Shouldn’t you get going?” Dax asked and Henry glanced at his watch.

“Oh shit, yeah I need to go.”

“Henry said a bad word,” Michaela said, her little hands covering the grin filled with glee on her face.

“Henry, no dessert for you,” Cassie said in a stern voice, her eyes twinkling with mirth that had him smiling despite the clouds on their particular horizon.

He looked down at Michaela. “Sorry, Mic, that was naughty of me. Can you forgive me?”

“Yup, but you have to give Mommy your dessert when you’re bad ’cos that’s the rules.”

Henry glanced at an embarrassed Cassie and grinned as he moved toward her. “Oh yeah?”

“Yep.” The child was nodding like her head might fall off.

“Michaela, why don’t we go get some milk and see if Grams Josie has some cookies ready yet?” His father held out his hand, and Michaela’s attention was instantly diverted.

“I think I’m going to get me some of that,” Dax said as he took Mack’s hand and pulled her toward the house.

“So, swearing is punishable by giving you all the dessert, is it?” There was so much humor in his voice he could hardly contain it.

“I can’t believe she told you that.”

Henry pulled her body toward his, his hands on the small of her back as he dropped his head, so his lips were close to hers. “Lucky for you the only sweet thing I want to taste is you.”

He heard her breath hitch, the pulse in her neck pounding as he laid a gentle kiss on her lips. As she opened to him he didn’t care about being late for his friends. The only thing that mattered was her.

She tasted like the cinnamon rolls she’d nibbled on at breakfast, her lips soft, yielding to the strokes of his tongue. Her moan was like wildfire spreading need through his veins, his cock aching to be inside her.

Henry pulled back wanting to take this at her pace. “I need to go.”

“I know.”

He kissed her one last time before wrenching himself away from the sweet embrace. “Go on inside. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

Henry watched her walk backward, holding his gaze before she blew him a kiss and swept inside the house.

He needed to get this fucking asshole who had done so much damage to the woman he loved and either lock him up or end him, so he could get to the beautiful job of loving these women.