gonna need sustenance, but first, gonna get her all clean.” He bent his neck, bringing his mouth to her ear again. “Right before I dirty her all up again.”
As he pushed through the back door and down the short set of steps to the yard, she found herself looking forward to the idea.
A lot.
***
Bane
Myrt stirred in the bed next to him, hiding her face against the mattress near his ribs, one arm and leg draped possessively over his body.
Could definitely get used to this.
The tub in the bathroom connected to their bedroom was as large as advertised, and he’d sunk into the water behind her with every expectation sexy fun times were imminent. Then, as the heat from the water drew away her soreness, Myrt had sweetly fallen asleep curled in his arms. She’d barely woken when he’d levered her from the water, standing and swaying as he dried her with a soft towel he’d found in the nearby closet. Only a few muttered words, then she’d fallen into bed clad only in panties as she’d dragged a pillow close enough to hug, quickly dropping back into sleep.
He’d gotten the boys and Marian settled when they arrived, and placed the food they brought into the refrigerator. He’d stood there a minute, staring into a well-stocked appliance, mulling thoughts through his head about what it indicated. A quick tour of the pantry and cabinets had showed the same. The house had been set up to live in, even though Truck and Vanna clearly resided in their home next door.
More questions than answers at this point. He wrapped an arm around Myrt, shifting so she was sprawled half on him. The movement, along with the early morning sunlight streaming in between the opened curtains, woke Myrt, as was his intent.
“Morin’, darlin’.” He skated a hand down her back, curling his fingers over one globe of her ass, and squeezed, reveling in the soft skin and giving flesh. “Mmmm. I like you all sweet and sleepy.”
“I’m not sweet.” Her grumbled words were broken with a soft sigh that was kissing cousins to a snore.
“So sweet, gonna make me addicted to you.” Bane pressed a kiss to her forehead, holding her a little closer. “You awake, baby? I got somethin’ I wanna say, but need you listenin’ and not studyin’ the inside of your eyelids.”
“I’m awake.”
The gentle slur was gone, and he felt the muscles of her body tense against him. When she tried to pull away, he held her in place, stilling her with a quiet “Shhhh. It’s nothin’ bad, darlin’. Promise.”
“Promise?”
“Yeah, baby. Just somethin’ I need you to hear, and then we’ll go on about our day, however that shakes out.” He waited a beat, then prompted her. “You ready?”
“Okay.”
“I want to have babies with you. If our path starts with this bun in the oven we’ve got cookin’ now, or down the road with a second chance, I want it. I want all of it with you. This ain’t too fast, ain’t too soon, ain’t any of those put-off phrases some folks might trot out to talk about me and you. What we are is right, and good, and meant to be, baby. So I wanted to throw it out there I’d be inclined to continue this pregnancy, if you were leanin’ that way. If not, then we’ll find a time down the road where it’s our turn.” Realizing his fast-flowing words had angled off his intended target, he cleared his throat, tightened his arms around her, and tried to put a cap on it with a final thought. “You’re it for me, Myrtle Threadgill. I’m sold on the idea of us, lock, stock, and barrel. I’m leavin’ the decidin’ up to you as should be for this decision, but I wanted to be sure you got my thoughts on how things might go.”
Warmth gathered in the notch of his throat, slowly flowing down both sides of his neck, and he wrapped one arm even tighter around her, reaching up to cradle the back of her skull with his other hand.
“Oh, baby. Darlin’ girl, I didn’t mean to make you sad. It’s all you, baby. I’m behind you, either way. Keep it, I’ll love goin’ through that with you. Decide the other way and I’m still right there beside you. Right there, stuck like a burr. You can’t get rid of me now.”
She made a strangled sound and lifted her head, pushing back against his hold until he was looking up