When we both catch our breath, I pull out of her, and Blakely laughs.
“What’s so funny?”
“I’ve never had make-up sex before,” she says with the most gorgeous smile splayed across her face. “I think I’m a fan.”
After we clean up, I give her a proper tour of the house. With every room we enter, she tells me everything she envisions for the place: the colors, the styles, the types of furniture. And I tell her she can have whatever the hell she wants as long as she never stops smiling the way she is while she talks.
When we’re done, we agree that she and Zane will be moving in with me as soon as possible. The apartment they live in is now month to month since they’ve been living there for so long, and Sierra is excited to move in with Kolton. I don’t mention that I’m also glad they’ll be the hell away from Brenton. The guy has only been out on bail for less than a day and he’s approached Blakely once and tried a second time—only Scott was watching and got to him before he could speak to her. Asshole thought he was slick going around back and coming up the side.
“Can we go see Zane?” It’s been too long since I’ve seen him. I wanted to give Blakely some space, but I’m missing my kid like crazy.
“Of course!” She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down for a kiss. “I’m so sorry you haven’t seen him. He’s asked about you.”
“It’s all past us now.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “But I need you to know something.” I don’t want her to take this the wrong way, but it needs to be said. “I plan to spend my life with you, but if for whatever reason something changes. If you walk away from me…”
“I’m not going to do that.”
“I know, but even if it’s for a damn day. I can’t go without my son again.”
Tears fill her eyes, and I immediately feel bad. But then she pulls me back into her. Her lips crash against mine and she kisses me with abandon. Her tongue sweeps through my parted lips and she caresses and strokes her tongue against mine. If I wasn’t in such a rush to go see my son before he goes to bed, I’d take her ass back to bed.
“I love you, Keegan,” she says, slightly out of breath from the kiss. “And you are a damn good dad. What you said only proves that.”
Blakely
“Is it weird that we’re sisters dating twin brothers?” I ask Sierra when the guys leave the table to get us drinks from the bar. It’s been two weeks since Keegan told me everything. Two weeks since we went to the apartment and told Sierra we’d be moving in together. I wasn’t sure on the timeframe, but I learned the next day, the timeframe was… the next day. Keegan and Kolton and a few of their friends—including several police officers—boxed up our stuff and moved us. Sierra’s stuff went to Kolton’s apartment, and Zane’s and my stuff went to Keegan’s house. The first night I cried over missing my sister, and the next night Keegan invited them over for dinner.
I’ve been so busy with school, and Keegan’s been so busy with helping to put together the case to send Miguel away for life, that Larissa insisted we go out and have some fun. She showed up and offered to watch Zane, and Sierra suggested we double date.
“I think it’s awesome,” she says with a mischievous grin that tells me she’s about to say something highly inappropriate. “They’re identical twins, right?”
“Yeah…”
“I wonder if they’re identical in every way.” She waggles her brows and glances over at them walking back with our drinks.
“Oh my God!” I shriek when I get what she’s implying. “Don’t be thinking about my man’s dick!” Even with the music blaring, my words travel and Keegan grins at the same time Kolton grimaces.
“I was not thinking about his dick,” Sierra explains out loud. “I was simply wondering if everything on you two is identical. I mean, Kolton is well-endowed, so I was just wondering if my sister was getting the same experience.”
Keegan and Kolton both burst out laughing, and I groan, grabbing my drink from Keegan and taking a hefty sip.
“Remember that time when we measured our dicks?” Kolton says. My drink flies out of my mouth, and Sierra throws her head back in laughter. Keegan just shakes his head. “My dick was totally a quarter of an inch bigger.”
“Bullshit,” Keegan argues.
“I’m going to use the restroom,” I announce. My hands and face are all sticky from spitting my drink out everywhere.
“I’ll go with you,” Sierra says, standing.
“Be back in a minute,” I whisper into Keegan’s ear. “Prepare to dance with me.”