But she didn’t because she was in a fucking tizzy.
She’d just run into the room and was holding up a pair of jeans folded over a hanger at her bottom, a sweater dangling down her front at the top.
He was helping her pick out an outfit to meet his daughters.
This was not what he thought he was going to do when she’d led him into her bedroom after they cleaned up after dinner.
That was bad.
But it got worse when he found out what she was up to.
She started this shit, he’d approved every outfit, and she’d nixed it, tossing crap aside and rushing back to her closet only to come out again with another outfit he’d approve and she’d nix.
This had happened eight times.
He was done on the first one.
“Babe, it’s fine,” he stated.
“I don’t know,” she mumbled, pulling the sweater away and looking at it. “When it’s on, this sweater is kinda tight.”
“Then it’s absolutely fine,” High declared, and she turned narrowed eyes on him.
“I’m not gonna wear something suggestive to meet your girls, Low.”
“Babe, you got a killer body, you’re an unbelievably great lay, and both a’ those are mine...?again. You could wear a bag over your head and mom jeans , I knew it was you under all that, I’d still wanna fuck you.”
He saw pleasure mingle with irritation in her eyes but she went with the last.
“You shouldn’t think those things when you’re with your daughters,” she announced.
“The only time I don’t think those things is when I’m unconscious. But I probably dream about ’em and I’ll definitely be doin’ that shit after you woke me up takin’ my dick down your throat.”
She straightened her spine and stated, “I’ll never wake you up that way again.”
“Fine with me,” he returned. “Opens me up to do it to you.”
With hanger in one hand, sweater in the other, she planted her hands on her hips and rapped out, “Logan!”
He sighed, pushing up and hauling his ass off her bed. Then he approached and she glared at him as he did, but he ignored it and got in her space, lifting his hands to cup her jaw.
“It’s gonna be okay,” he said quietly.
He saw her shoulders slump as she replied, “I want Zadie to like me.”
“Wear a tiara,” he suggested on a tease. “Only way that’s gonna step that shit up.”
She looked like she was considering that idea and it was cute, so he grinned. But it still disturbed him she’d consider going to those lengths, which indicated the depth of her anxiety.
He dipped closer.
“Baby, listen to me,” he coaxed gently. “They’re my kids. They’re good kids. They love their dad. They’re social, good with people. I told you, Zadie will come around. But she won’t if you get wound up.” He stroked her cheek with his thumb. “Kids are like horses, they can read you’re spooked, which will spook them and make ’em act up. You gotta be the adult in this situation, which means you gotta fuckin’ relax, be patient, and give her the real you, which she’s got no choice but to wake up and love due to the fact that there’s a fuckuva lot to love.”
The clothes she was holding hit the floor as she leaned into him and slid her arms around his waist.
Once she had hold on him, she shared, “You’re good at the flowery biker shit.”
“Learned early,” he replied. “Had a good girl named Millie to win and it was worth pullin’ out stupid shit like that in order to do it.”
A shadow of regret ran through her eyes at the reminder of what they’d had and lost but she powered through it and returned, “It’s not stupid shit.”
“Won me you so I guess you’re right.”
She pressed in until she had her cheek to his chest. As she did this, she held on tighter.
High wrapped his arms around her and returned the tight.
“I’ll wear the first outfit. I think it was the best,” she decided.
“Great,” he muttered. “And so you know, we got plans for dinner at The Broker on Monday night.” She tipped her head back and caught his eyes. “Sweater dress,” he finished.
She melted deeper into him and grinned.
They heard an angry kitty mew and a soft thump but neither of them let the other go as they twisted in order to see Poem had fallen off the bed and she was kitty run-waddling out of the room.
Their eyes went back to the bed and Millie let out a quiet gasp of alarm when Chief took a flying leap off the side. He didn’t land real good but he recovered fast and ran-waddled after his sister.
“I think until they can get up and down themselves without breaking their necks, the bed should be off-limits,” Millie declared.
High looked down at her. “They’re tougher than you think, beautiful.”
“I think until they can get up and down themselves without breaking their necks, the bed should be off-limits,” she repeated. He grinned. She kept going. “Unless there’s human supervision.”
He kept grinning as he asked, “We done with the fashion show?”
She nodded, then started looking around. “I should pick up.”
He started walking backward, taking her with him. “You can do that later.”
She tipped her head back to look at him. “Low, it won’t take a minute.”
He hit bed, went down, she landed on top of him, and he immediately rolled so he had the advantage.
He lifted his head to look down at her but he didn’t lift it far, just enough so her brown eyes, her beautiful face, her cute mole were all he could see.
He focused on the mole.
“Think I mentioned I appreciate that you give great head, baby. I also ate you hard and later we fucked fast.” He looked to her eyes. “Now we’re gonna take all that slow.”
She dipped a hand in his shirt so he felt it against the skin of his back.
She was in with his plan.
“I should check the kitties,” she said.
Maybe she wasn’t in with his plan.
“They weigh less than two pounds each. They couldn’t hurt each other or anything else even if they put effort into that shit.”
“But—”
“After I eat you.”
She melted.