Huxley’s eyes fix on mine. “You’re very good at it.”
We stare at each other, smiles playing on our lips. Is he thinking about last night? Because I am. I’m thinking about how I spent a good ten minutes handling his meat while he writhed beneath me, begging for release.
“Oh, Dave, do you see that?” Ellie asks.
Huxley and I both snap out of our ogling and turn toward the couple opposite us.
“Yep.” Dave has a huge smile on his face. “I think that’s our cue, sweetheart. We need to leave these two alone.”
Ellie nods. “Those pregnancy hormones are kicking in, and they’re about to tear each other’s clothes off.”
I mean, I wouldn’t mind seeing Huxley’s well-built chest right now. At the sandwich shop, not so much, but you know, when we get back home.
“You don’t have to leave,” Huxley says, clearing his throat, but his grip on me grows tighter, more possessive.
Dave laughs. “I think we do.” He offers his hand to Huxley and asks, “Next week, think we can discuss this acquisition?”
Huxley straightens and takes Dave’s hand, giving it a good shake. “Yes, I’ll have Karla call you to see when we’re both available.”
“Perfect.” Dave lifts my hand and places a kiss on the back of it. “Lottie, always a pleasure getting to see you. Good luck . . . handling your meat.”
My cheeks flame. “Th-thank you,” I say awkwardly.
Ellie gives us a quick goodbye, and once they’re out of the restaurant, Huxley turns toward me, a huge smile on his face. “Babe, did you hear that?”
I love it when he calls me babe. It means he’s relaxed, in a good mood, and the stick he likes to wear up his ass most of the time has been temporarily removed.
“That he wants to meet up with you?” I ask.
He nods, that lopsided grin so damn endearing that I find myself drawing closer to him.
“I think he’s ready to make a decision. Fuck, could you imagine if this is all over next week?”
My smile fades as realization hits me square in the chest. What if this is all over next week? I never really gave much thought to what would happen after Huxley secured the deal. I know we’re sort of dating, but do I leave his house? I’m making some money now that Kelsey and I were paid an advance by Cane Enterprises for our work. Does that mean I could afford my own place now?
“That, uh, that would be great,” I answer with a smile, but my mind is wandering. My head is swarming with what if it really is all over?
No longer hungry, I pack up my soup and let Huxley know I’m ready to leave. He texts his driver, who meets us outside. Together, we head out of the restaurant and straight to the waiting car, where we take a seat in the back. I buckle up and look out the window, willing my emotions to stay as calm as possible.
The unknown is scary.
Being unprepared is even scarier.
I need to have a plan for when Huxley does secure the deal.
I have a job—thankfully.
I still have my old car and, to my knowledge, it still works, so I have a way to get around.
School loans are paid off—that’s still a miracle.
Huxley has already said he’ll go to the reunion with me, so I don’t have to worry about that. Sticking it to Angela will still be a possibility.
But a place to live . . .
That’s the one thing I don’t have under control.
Needing to calm down the worry, I pull my phone out of my purse and go to Zillow, because where else should I look for an apartment? And I do a search for places in West Hollywood. I won’t be able to afford anything near Huxley, but near Kelsey would be good.
A studio, that’s all I need.
Not a basement apartment, though, that’s just asking to be murdered.
God, rent is so high. That’s okay, I don’t have much in the way of bills. Spend more on rent, save by forgoing luxuries.
“What are you doing?” Huxley asks, the angry tone of his voice catching me off guard.
I glance up at him and catch the confusion in his face. “Uh . . .” Keeping my voice down, I whisper, “Looking for a place.”
“Why the hell would you be doing that?”
I turn toward him now and say, “Well, if you secure the deal, there’s no need for me anymore.”
His brows narrow. “Are you saying you’re going to leave once I secure the deal?”
“Isn’t that—isn’t that what you want?” I ask, completely confused.
“What I want is you. So why the hell would I want you to leave?”
“Uh . . . I don’t know,” I answer. “I mean, I assumed we’d still date, right? Is that a bad assumption?”
“That’s a correct assumption. But what I don’t understand is why you’re trying to leave.”
“Because I didn’t think you’d still want me around,” I whisper to him, not wanting the driver to hear us, even though there’s a privacy shield.
Huxley grips my chin and holds me in place as he says, “You’re not going anywhere. You hear me? What we have goes beyond the contract. To me, the contract doesn’t exist anymore. What’s between us now is real. Is it not real to you?”
“No, it is,” I say quickly. “I just didn’t want to, you know, impose.”
He chuckles and leans in, placing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to my lips. When he pulls away, he quietly says, “Lottie, trust me when I say you’re not imposing. I want you in my house, in my room, in my bed. I want you on my couch, holding my hand while watching a show you’ve forced me to reluctantly binge. I want you in my pool, skinny-dipping like you enjoy so much. I want you on my roof, feeling the rain bounce off you during a storm. I want you at my dining room table, eating dinner next to me, giving me a hard time for whatever reason you come up with that day.” He lifts my knuckles to his lips and places a soft kiss to them. “I want you, okay?”
The smile that crosses my lips stretches from ear to ear. “Okay. So, no apartment searching?”
“No, Jesus.” He chuckles while shaking his head. “No more giving me a heart attack.”
I press my palm to his cheek. “Aw, you act as if you’re attached.”
“I am. I’m very much attached to you, Lottie. I don’t know how you did it, but I’m addicted. You’re not going anywhere.”
“Good to know.” I nod casually. “Very good to know.”
I glance at him, holding back my smile.
He smirks.
I attempt to play it cool.
He calls my bluff and reaches out to tickle me, causing me to laugh, right before he captures my mouth, placing a muffling kiss across my lips. I melt into his embrace and enjoy him laying his claim.
He’s not the only one who’s addicted, because I need this man just as much as he needs me. I need his teasing, his annoying habits, and his ability to rile me up. I need his caring heart, his blessed soul, and his ability to make me feel safe and protected within the comfort of his arms.
My feelings changed for him so quickly, like the snap of a finger, which makes me wonder, did I always feel like this with him? Were my true feelings just masked with indifference?
From how much I’ve fallen for this man, my answer is probably going to be a yes.
Yes, I do believe I’ve always had feelings for him. I’ve always felt drawn to him. A connection that’s unmistakable. But now I’ve lifted the veil, and I’m able to acknowledge the truth.
I not only like Huxley Cane, but I’m falling in love with him.
Chapter Twenty
HUXLEY
I press my lips to the curve of her neck as her hand glides into my hair.
“Yes,” she whispers, being quiet for once.
My hand slides up her stomach and cups her breast as I continue to pump in and out of her.
I woke up this morning needing my girl. Not because I missed her—she hasn’t left my goddamn sight unless I’m at work—but because I craved her. I wake up every morning craving her, and thankfully, she craves me just as much.
Hard as stone when I woke up, I moved in close behind her, and I can still remember the sound of her moan as she lifted one leg and let me in.
This has to be one of my favorite positions—lying down, fucking her from behind as she rests on her pillow.
“So good, so close,” I say.