Sweet Pain (Amatucci Family #3) - Sadie Jacks Page 0,104
rushed through the halls. I wasn’t really interested in being spotted on a Friday morning in my jammies and shirtless.
Opening my office door, I stepped through. I hurried to the en suite bathroom and snagged a t-shirt from the small collection of clothes I kept there for emergencies. This definitely qualified as an emergency, in my opinion.
Once we were all in the room, I hit the button to engage privacy mode. I watched Willow’s face as all the different security measures slid into place.
She smiled at me. “Do you have a pair of pants that I could change into?” She rubbed at her legs. “Seriously. Even if I wear yours and you have some jeans or something. Please. My legs are actually aching.” She rubbed at her upper thighs.
I looked at the men behind her. Her sister was smiling.
Willow turned and looked over her shoulder. “What? Can’t the fat girl get some stretchy man-pants?”
With a snarl, I grabbed her chin. “I ever hear you call yourself fat again and we’ll be discussing it. At length.”
She rolled her eyes. “Comparatively speaking, my ass is at least twice the size of Nik’s.”
I shook my head. “Don’t care. You will not talk about yourself like that in my hearing and get away with it. I love your body exactly as it is. You want some other pants, I’ll get you some other pants, but fat your ass is not.” I smacked my mouth to hers.
Pulling away, I shoved her in front of me to the en suite. “Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. We need to go fix a pants issue.”
“We don’t think you’re fat either, Chase. We’re just surprised that you told Ryker that your legs hurt. But go change, we’ll talk more later,” Tali called.
“See?” I closed the door behind us. Shimmied out of my pants. I grabbed a pair of jeans, slid them on.
Wrestling with the waistband of her borrowed leggings, she glared at me as she hopped and twisted. When she was out of breath, but the pants still hadn’t moved, she raised an eyebrow. “You were saying?”
I bit my lip to keep from laughing. I reached forward, slid my hands against her hips. Dipped my fingers into the plush tissue and eased under the edge of the fabric. I got to my knees as I wrenched and pulled at the fabric. I looked up at her. “Honestly, I think the pants have Kevlar or something in them.”
She glared at me. “Or my ass is f—”
I slapped my hand to her ass in a loud smack of flesh on flesh.
She jolted and glared at me some more. Even as her eyes heated.
My girl. Damn, she’s sexy. “Don’t even think about it.” I glared at her. “Women have a hard enough time with self-image. I won’t help you contribute to yours. Not when I love every single inch of you.”
She put her hands on my shoulders as I tapped her ankles. She didn’t say anything else. I got my sleep pants arranged and had her step into them. They slid up her legs and stuck to them like a second skin.
I was jealous of a pair of pants. “Would you be willing to just wear my clothes all the time?” I asked softly as I slowly got to my feet.
She shook her head. “No. But if seeing me in them puts that look in your eye, I guess I won’t call myself fat anymore.” She pushed up to her toes. “But don’t think you can tell me what to do all the time. I can say and do what I want, Mr. Penn.”
I nodded, leaned down until our noses touched. “I fully agree. The caveat being if it hurts me, you, or our relationship. Then we’ll have a discussion about it.”
She plopped back down to her heels. Nodded. “Agreed. But you don’t get to say bad things about yourself, either.”
My brow furrowed. “Like what?”
“That you’re like your father. That women only wanted you for your money, fame, or body. You don’t get to disparage what I love either.”
A knock sounded. “If you two lovebirds would like to join us, I believe we all have better things to do than hope you’re not currently engaged in coitus,” Turo said.
Willow laughed. “Now I see why she thinks he has a stick up his ass.”
I tipped my head back and laughed as I opened the door.
Chapter 32 – Willow
Turo had a brow raised as we left the bathroom. “A stick up my ass?” he