I strode closer to him.
“Mm, I think air is air, but what the hell do I know? Want me to give you a ride somewhere?”
“Nah, I was kind of hoping since it’s an air problem… well, you’re really good at blowing.”
I couldn’t help myself; I snorted. “That is so bad. Please tell me you didn’t spend a long time coming up with that one.”
He grinned and shrugged before opening his arms for me. I threw myself into them and kissed him full on the lips. His mouth was as familiar as it was sweet and delicious. His tongue teased mine until I was breathless and rutting against him like a damned horny teenager.
“Home. Wanna get naked,” I breathed.
“Can’t. People over,” he managed to get out between nips to my neck.
“Fuck. What people? Why?” I moved his hands from my hips down to my ass and squeezed, encouraging him. He took the hint immediately and began pulling our hips together in rhythmic thrusts.
“Celebrate. Oh god, baby. We have to stop. You feel so fucking good.” Jake pulled back and gazed at me with glassy eyes. His lips were deeper red than normal and slick from our kisses.
“You saw the magazine?” I assumed it was actually Zoey who’d found out, since she lived in town and seemed to know everyone. It would be just like her to gather up the usual suspects for an impromptu celebration cookout at the cabin.
Jake tilted his head at me. “Magazine?”
“Yeah. The dress. Anna Kendrick. Remember? The reason we’re celebrating?”
He seemed to gather his wits. “Oh, right. Yeah. That. C’mon. Everyone’s waiting.”
As I got back into my car and drove the final curve to the cabin, I saw more than the usual construction trucks that were normally parked in front of our new home site. We’d bought my little cabin from Xander and Bennett and had torn down Jake’s cabin to build a family-sized home.
We’d offered for Wade, Zoey, and the baby to move into our cabin when we moved to the bigger house, but they’d opted to stay in town at Wade’s place. I couldn’t blame her since the little one-bedroom cabin was hardly big enough to raise a child, but I still missed having her with me on the mountain.
She, on the other hand, was thriving in town. She’d gotten a job in one of the adorable clothing boutiques in Haven, despite Wade begging her on a regular basis to let him support her and baby Atticus. They’d finally compromised on her only working at the boutique part-time so she could spend these precious early days with Atti.
I recognized Wade’s truck and couldn’t wait to get my hands on that baby. I’d have to pry the little guy away from Wade, if history was anything to go by.
Before I had a chance to get a driveway kiss before heading into the cabin, Jake leaned back into the truck for something, mumbling over his shoulder.
“Oh, by the way, my family is here too. They flew in this morning.”
I looked up at him then and realized this wasn’t about my magazine discovery.
“Why? Jake, what’s going on?”
He reached into the truck and pulled out Boo. “Princess Cujo missed you this morning.”
I thought it odd he hadn’t handed her to me down the road when I’d kissed him against the truck. As soon as he tried to hand her to me, Boo turned and jumped back into Jake’s arms.
We both stood there, staring at the crazy girl. Had she really just chosen Jake over me?
Jake narrowed his eyes at her. “Six months. Six fucking months of you snubbing me and now is when you choose to love me? We had a deal, woman. We talked about this.”
He handed her back to me and this time she came. I noticed she had a T-shirt on, which was strange because it was June and plenty warm enough for her to go without.
I began pulling it off her until Jake’s hand stopped me. I looked up at him with a questioning glance.
“Read the shirt first, sweetheart,” he said in a soft voice.
I looked back down again, wondering if it was the one he’d gotten her a while back that said “Penguin Hunter” on it. The man thought he was hilarious. I straightened out the fabric so I could read the words.
Can I have two daddies?
Confused, I looked at Jake, then read the shirt again.
And again…
Oh my god.
JAKE
When I saw him get out of the car on the mountain road, I couldn’t help but remember the day we’d first met. Even though he wasn’t wearing all white this time, he was still dressed like the international supermodel he’d once been.
His skinny jeans were expertly slashed and distressed, rolled up to capri length and paired with a funky pair of boots that looked like they were made out of gold foil and black patent leather. I shook my head in disbelief. It never failed to amaze me. No matter what Oz wore, he was the sexiest, most beautiful creature alive.