all over her naked body this morning after seeing she’s still naked from last night. But me?
I’m trying to keep my breathing under control because last night was a lot to handle, telling her my secrets, kissing her, wanting so badly to let her touch me.
The few times I briefly slept last night were full of hellish memories, and I’m so fucking pissed-off about everything. Angry when I should feel fully satisfied.
I look away from Blair’s sleeping body, feeling the shame from trapping her with a damaged man.
“Um . . . Rhys?”
Oh shit. I pull the covers up higher, well above my waist as Bree walks into our bedroom hesitantly. Blair must hear her too, and she sits up, thankfully pulling the covers up to her chin.
“What’s up, Bree?” I try to keep my voice casual, but of course, it’s not.
She’s looking up at the ceiling and not at us, thank God. “Is someone going to take me to school?”
I glance over at the clock. “Shit. Yeah. I’ll be down in a minute.”
She nods and then leaves the room. I jump out of the bed, but Blair is laughing now as she lets the sheet drop, almost making me groan at the site of her naked chest. “Well, I think we’re officially parents. Our kid just walked in on us post-fuck.”
I tug on a pair of jeans and try to pry my eyes off her. “We’re a good eight hours post-fuck.”
She nods her head and then raises her hands in the air, using the tie around her wrist to secure her hair in a ponytail, but my eyes are on her raised tits. What the hell is wrong with me?
I just had sex last night, and now I want her again? Why am I this desperate to possibly humiliate myself with another panic attack?
I pull a shirt on over my head. “I’ll see ya tonight.”
“Wait.”
I look over at her, hoping she doesn’t want to talk anymore about the shit that went down with the Bradfords because I’m barely hanging on by a thread as it is. “What?”
“Do you want me to grab you a ring when I get mine today?”
A ring? “A wedding ring?”
She rolls her eyes as she climbs out of the bed, slipping into a robe she doesn’t tie. “Yes. We’re married, remember?”
“I thought it was just for show.” I’m a prick. I know that by the slight pout on her lips.
“Yeah it is.” She fastens the silky tie across her waist and takes a seat on the bed. “But don’t you think we should show them wedding bands.”
She’s thought of everything, and I’m, of course, just being a dick. She’s showing her sweet side that I actually like because it still has her spin on it, but I’ll always be a surly motherfucker. “I’ll get your ring, okay?”
Her right eyebrow shoots up. “You will?”
“Yeah, I will. It won’t be anything like you would have probably expected, but I'll get you a ring.”
She rolls her eyes and lies back on the bed, making the already short robe ride up her thighs. “First of all, fuck you,” she laughs and turns her head toward me. “Second of all, I can’t wait.”
“Good.” I look nervously out the door and then back to Blair. “I’m going to approach the whole private school thing with her.”
She sits up again, looking confused. “What private school thing?”
“Blair, we have to look good on paper, remember? The Herringtons could and would give her the best education. If we are going toe-to-toe with them, we need to be ready.”
She’s thinking it over, and I can tell she’s as worried as I feel about it because Bree isn’t going to like it. “She’s going to be pissed.”
I nod, already knowing that. “I know she will, but we have to do everything we can to keep her safe, right?”
“Yes.” She says it with a definitive tone, and I have to admit I love the mama bear side of her.
Normal husband—kisses his gorgeous, sexy wife goodbye.
Rhys—grunts a goodbye and leaves.
When I get downstairs, Bree is waiting by the door. “I’m going to be late.”
I grab my keys from the side table. “Then let’s go.”
She follows me out to the car, and we’re both quiet as usual. As we approach the school, I've finally talked myself into talking to her about private school. “Bree, I have to talk to you about something . . .”
“I’m sorry. I should have knocked harder.”
She knocked? Fuck, I must have been more out of