Wreck Me - Page 186

“No, it’s not.”

Tequila, I will fucking raise a statue in your honor.

“I want you.”

She climbs right on me and peels my jeans off me.

“Princess, are you sure?”

“I want you all the time. Don’t you know that?”

I cup her cheek, caressing her soft skin. “Me too. I’m not running from you, but to us.”

“I love you, Dane, so much, my heart aches. This is how much I love you.”

She’s too drunk. Instead, I kiss her all over from her belly up to her mouth and then I pull her to my side, holding her. She snuggles into me, and I fall asleep with a huge grin.

The sun’s rays poke at my eyelids, and I open my eyes, only to squeeze them shut immediately. My head pounds like crazy, a headache throbbing behind my temples.

As I wake up, Dane’s body heat licks at my skin. His arms and legs are draped around me, holding me close.

This guy is my ruin and salvation, wrapped in cotton and dreams.

He blinks awake, smiling so brightly it melts me. “How are you feeling?”

I rummage my brain, but it’s a jumbled mess. “Headache,” I croak.

He gets out of bed and returns with an aspirin and a glass of water from the bathroom.

I take it, gulping down the water that soothes my sore throat. “Thank you.”

He leans in to kiss me. “Abigail, we’ll figure it out together.” His sentence ends with a statement that warms my heart.

I nod, asking, “What happened last night? Did we …?”

He shakes his head. “You were drunk, even though, sweetheart, you climbed me like a tree, but I want you to be fully there when I take you.”

He’s perfection in human form. The best man out there. And I am the lucky one to call him mine.

My stomach rumbles, and he kisses my belly, which makes me all emotional.

“Let’s go put some food in your belly, princess.”

With our house now fully renovated and looking the same as before the fire, we moved back in on Friday. As per Kaden’s instructions, we had two more additions, Mia and Hunter.

In the kitchen, Bailey, Mia, Blake, and Hunter are seated around the table. Blake puts a plate of pancakes before me and asks, “How are we feeling?”

“Horrible. What did I drink?”

He chuckles. “Tequila. Like a champ.”

“And you didn’t stop me?”

“We tried,” says Bailey, who glares at Hunter for stealing a piece of her breakfast.

These two will crash and badly.

While I caress my temples, Dane feeds me bites of pancake, turning my insides into mush. I have eyes only for him, everything else slipping into the background.