“You’re an hour early,” Vic said.
I frowned. Early?
She shrugged. “It’s snowing. And your road sucks in the snow, so I got here early.” She crouched in front of Jackson. “Hey, I heard you built a wicked fort.”
I’d taken a picture and texted it to Addie a couple hours ago. He nodded. “Want to see?”
“Sure do. Give me a sec to talk to Vic and your mom?”
He nodded again and ran into the living room.
She straightened and looked at me, grinning. “So, big night.”
Big night? What was she talking about? “Are we doing something tonight?” I peered past her at the blowing snow. If we were, it didn’t involve driving anywhere.
She shook the snow off her aviator hat and laughed, peering at Vic. “You didn’t tell her?”
“Tell me what?” I looked from Vic to Addie and back again.
“Addie’s staying in the cabin tonight,” he said. “With Jackson. She’ll take him to school in the morning.”
My chest tightened and heart pounded. “She is? She will?”
Vic moved into me, his arm looping my waist. “Yeah, baby, I want you to myself tonight,” he whispered.
Holy shit.
Addie kicked off her boots, coat, and gloves. “I told you. Only a matter of time.” She followed Jackson into the living, saying over her shoulder, “Oh, and Hettie knows.”
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“Be good, Jacks. I’ll see you tomorrow,” I called as he and Addie trudged through the snow toward the cabin. He shouted a “Bye, Mom” with a wave over his shoulder and was gone.
Vic shut the door and turned the deadbolt.
I bit my lip and backed into the wall beside the door.
His eyes locked on me, and my belly flipped. Tweaks erupted between my legs.
I licked my lips as he approached, his dark eyes blazing with need.
My heart pounded and my body quivered with anticipation. It felt as if all the seconds since we’d met were finally merging into this heated coil within me.
He stopped inches from me and leaned forward, his arms bridging over my head with his palms against the wall.
He stared down at me, the corner of his mouth curving up. “You scared, Rainbird?” he asked, lowering one hand to trace his fingers from my chin down the curve of my throat to the pulse at its base.
He’d asked me that once before, but this time there was no fear. Not of him, and not of my body’s need. Because I wasn’t fighting it anymore. No matter where it led us.
I placed my hands on his chest, then slowly slid them lower to his abdomen. “No,” I whispered. I bit my lip as I took hold of his belt.
He sucked in air and his eyes flared.
I thought he was going to yank my hands away, but instead his fingers curved around the back of my neck.
“I’ve never felt safer than I do when I’m with you, Vic,” I said. He didn’t move, but I felt his fingers twitch. I unsnapped the buckle and dragged the leather through the loops, then let it drop to the floor.
I licked my lips, watching him as I popped the top button on his cargos. His jaw flexed. I slowly dragged down his zipper, my knuckles grazing over his bulging cock.