Page 85 of Broken Rules
Ending the call, I face away from Lennox, using the last of the wrapping to distract me from wanting to cry. I’m done wondering why because wondering hurts, so I no longer care.
“Hey, you okay?” Goosebumps rise along my skin when Lennox smoothes his palms up my arms.
“Yeah.” I kiss the back of his hand as he reaches my shoulder. “Let's go.”
* * *
There’s something calming about watching families come together to celebrate a special occasion, a rare commodity nowadays, at least for me. I love watching Kylo and Sadie start their new life together, yet not every happy picture is as it seems—there’s a story behind them—one observer won’t fully understand. Still, I see through their smiles, a mask hiding the worry, the stress piling onto their shoulders with everything happening behind the scenes. My best friend says she’s happy, and I believe her, but the second she’s ready to blow out all twenty-nine candles, the mask slips, her worry and all the stress seep through, and she closes her eyes to make her wish that’ll hopefully make everything better.
“I love you,” I say to Sadie, hugging her tight, her eight-month belly pressing into me. “He’s going to win. I know it.”
She quickly nods, blowing out a heavy breath. “Me too.” Drawing back, she looks at Lennox, and her smile returns when she touches the ring on my finger. “Vegas?”
“Yes. Took a long time to get here, but I’m glad I finally did.”
“Wow. That’s great, Evie. You deserve every ounce of happiness.”
Lennox is talking with Kylo by the back door, and he looks at me just as I do, giving me a wink, and my stomach flutters, embracing the feeling deep to my core. “That I do.”
One last hug and I walk toward my man—my husband. I kiss Kylo’s cheek, wishing him luck on his trial, and Lennox wraps his arm around my waist when we walk outside, a jingle following behind us as Jinx and Jax come along. Quickly I lift our kitten, kissing the top of his head while holding Lennox’s hand, the start ofourlittle family, and we head for the guest house. We’ve been spending most of our time in Portland since it’s closer to our jobs, slowly filling it with his items, so there’s not much left here besides his couch and a few bedroom furniture.
Drawing me closer as we reach the door, Lennox looks at Jax between us, who grips his shirt to climb, and he inhales a sharp breath. “Okay, those are sharper than last week.”
I giggle, chewing on my bottom lip when he places Jax on his shoulder. “Let’s go inside, grandpa.”
“Nope. Don’t like that.”
Wagging my brows, I walk backward into the guest house, Jinx and Lennox following, and he places the kitten on the floor, scooping me onto his shoulder next. I squeak, gripping his shirt as he slaps my ass, walks toward the couch, and sits with me on his lap.
“Can a grandpa do that?”
“I don’t know. Show me again in thirty years.”
His smile fades, and a heavy gaze replaces it as he strokes my cheek. “Peaches, I want nothing more than to start a family with you.”
Heat rises within as my breathing deepens, and I press forward while hovering above his lips. “A baby girl on my hip….” I buck on his hardening dick, and Lennox grips my ass tighter. “As you rock our son to sleep?”
“Yes—” Eyes closing, he lets out a low moan, and I place my hands on his chest—his heart’s beating fast, and I lower to undo his pants as he shifts them past his hips. “More than anything, baby. Right now—” He presses his lips to mine, breathing hard through his nose. “Later. I’m ready whenever you are.”
Now my heart’s racing the harder we grind, his dick rock hard, our underwear the only barrier between us. “Lex,” I moan when he squeezes my body tight. “I want that for us, but right now, I want you more.” Lennox smiles against my lips before we slowly work our tongues together, continuing to rock against one another.
“I don’t have condoms here.”
I hum from the constant pressure against my clit. “You feel good like this.”
He adjusts his dick to be flat on his stomach as I rock my hips faster. “Then keep going, Peaches.”
“I want to make you feel good, Lex.”
Chuckling, he moans deep within his chest. “Anything you do feels good.”
An urge to have him in my mouth arises, and I press my lips on his, then lift his shirt over his head. I take this moment to touch him, across his broad shoulders, down his firm pecs, trailing the indentations along his torso while he watches my every move.
I drag my bottom lip through my teeth, slowly inching off his lap and onto my knees. Kissing his chest, I descend while licking, his stomach drawing in tight the lower I go, pulling his pants down further, his dick begging to be freed. Wanting him to tell me, I stare into his eyes while rubbing his inner thighs with my thumbs, waiting for further instruction.
“You want my cock? Go ahead, show me how bad you want to suck it.”
His dick springs free as I draw his boxer briefs down his legs, and I sit on my heels. “Are you ready to put me to sleep? A little choking will do me good.”
