Clarity - Nicole Dykes Page 0,48
about her giving me attitude, but it’s not important.
“How much is it?” He looks worried, and I know the worry is only going to grow.
“I called today, and it’ll be about twenty grand.” His eyes bulge, but I try my best to downplay it. “And even though it already started, as long as we pay in full, they’ll let her start in a week.”
“Twenty grand?”
“I have it covered.”
“No,” he growls, pushing his fingers through his hair, and I know he’s worked up. “It was my idea, all of it.”
“Stop.” I know I'm a spoiled brat, and the only money I have is because of my father, but I want him to understand I'm in this with him. “Rhys, I want to. Bree isn’t just your responsibility.” I hold up a hand to silence the argument I already knew was coming. “No matter what I said at the beginning. I’m in this. We’re adopting her, and I have a trust fund just sitting there. We have a meeting with the school tomorrow.”
“What? That fast?”
“The sooner the better.” I sigh. “The caseworker also let me know we have seventy-two days until the hearing. So, it’s even less than the three months Gillian thought. We need to get moving.”
Yup, he’s even more stressed now. The muscles in his arm are flexed tight as he messes with his hair, and I want to drop to my knees and try my best to relieve some tension, but I know, with Rhys, that would only add to it.
I have to rewire my way of thinking to navigate around what those abusive fuckers did to him, but for him, I'm more than happy to do it.
“She was so pissed-off this morning, slammed the car door and everything.”
I almost laugh. I knew she was going to give him hell. “Yeah well, we’re about to adopt a kid that’s almost a teenage girl. You might as well get used to that right now.”
He looks so sad. “She almost cried when I told her, Blair. She doesn’t cry.”
I know she’s going to be upset, and I hate the idea of her crying. She’s a little Rhys. “I know, but we have to go for it, like you said. Make ourselves look as good as we can, and then once she’s ours, we’ll make it right.”
“She’s going to hate us.”
“She’ll be okay.” I look down at his lap, unable to help myself and then back to his mouth, that sexy, ever present pout, and bite my bottom lip. “Okay, so now back to the fucking.”
“Blair.” It’s a warning growl that I ignore.
“I can’t stop thinking about last night and your lips. God, I love your lips, so sexy and full. Kind of like kissing a girl.”
“I’m not sure that’s a compliment.”
I shrug my shoulders. “It was hot.”
“I can’t . . .” He’s choked up, and I almost lose my confidence because the last thing I want is to cause him pain.
“Relax. I meant what I said . . . the next kiss is on you, when you want it. I’m not going to kiss you, Rhys.” I turn my back to him and sit on his lap, straddling him as I face away. “But I am going to fuck you.”
I start to grind over his lap and feel him stirring beneath me as I smile with satisfaction. “Blair, this is my shop.”
“Which makes it so much hotter.” I take hold of his hand, noticing his instant recoil, but I don’t let him jerk away from me. Instead I move his hand under my skirt. There’s a large glass window and a glass door at the front, not shielding us, but the desk does a good job of hiding what’s going on under the waist.
“I’m already wet for you.”
His groan sends satisfaction through me as his fingers slide through my folds, and I shamelessly grind against his hand. “Fuck, Blair. You aren’t wearing panties.”
“Why would I? I knew I was coming to see you.”
His moan behind me only makes me hotter. I release his hand, leaving him under my skirt while he finds my clit, pulling a gasp from me before I find the button and zipper of his jeans. It’s an awkward angle, but I manage, already feeling how hard he is for me.
“Fuck me, Rhys.”
He doesn’t fight me, just removes his hand from my skirt before using one arm to hold me around my waist while lifting us both up and forcing his jeans down to free himself. I waste