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Hold On (The 'Burg #6)(94)
Author: Kristen Ashley

“He’s easy to be nice to.”

I knew that, so I ignored that too.

“Thanks for givin’ up an awesome blowjob à la me to watch Fast & Furious 6 with my boy.”

“Just sayin’, that’s a debt you hold, baby, and I’ll be findin’ a time to collect.”

I looked forward to that.

It seemed I had enough strength in me to use my mouth to speak. But not to suck him off, no way, especially with my kid in the house, which was a shame (the not-being-able-to-suck-Merry-off part; my kid being in the house was never a shame).

“Thanks for waiting for me to get my head outta my ass so I could take a shot on this, because so far, it’s workin’ great.”

His arm at my belly got tighter and I felt his breath stir my hair when he tipped his head to me, but he said nothing.

“Merry?” I called.

“Right here, Cherie,” he said softly.

“Thanks,” I whispered.

He kissed the top of my hair and whispered back, “Go to sleep, sweetheart.”

“Okay,” I muttered.

“Just sayin’,” he continued quietly. “You get it. You live with Ethan. You got that in your life. You get that goodness. You don’t get it about you, but I’ll get you there. But at least with half of it you know, the pleasure is all mine.”

God.

Merry.

I snuggled back into him, closing my eyes tight.

He shoved his other arm under me and wrapped it around my upper chest.

“’Night, brown eyes,” he murmured.

“’Night, baby,” I murmured back.

Merry held me close, his body spooning mine.

And I fell fast asleep.

Chapter Thirteen

Never Dared to Dream

Cher

My eyes opened and I saw my bed stretching out in front of me, the pillows next to mine dented with sleep.

They’d been dented by Merry.

That made me realize I felt warm and it wasn’t the bedclothes that was doing it.

I listened but heard nothing. I lifted up and saw my clock said it was nearly nine thirty.

Merry, I was discovering, woke early, even without an alarm clock.

Ethan, on a weekend, slept as long as he could.

Curious as to what Merry might be doing in my house with no one awake, I pushed the covers back, threw my legs over the side of the bed, got up, and headed straight out of the room.

In the hallway, I saw Ethan’s door was open.

Interesting.

Walking down the hall, I heard it. Voices murmuring. Being quiet.

They didn’t want to wake me.

My two guys in the kitchen, my son up early because Merry was there, being quiet in order not to wake me.

I’d never admit it to anybody, but that made me feel warm too…and squishy.

My feet silent on the carpeting, I headed to the living room through it, the murmurs becoming more distinct, but I couldn’t hear much of anything.

Until I hit the doorway of the kitchen. I heard them. I saw them.

And my knees went weak.

Ethan was in his jammies at the table, hair a mess, shoveling waffles in his mouth.

Merry was at the counter, jeans on, shirt on but untucked, feet bare, standing next to the waffle iron but taking a sip off coffee, his mouth curled up, his eyes on my boy.

Oh yeah. Shit.

Warm and squishy.

“So I was all, ‘kiss my butt,’ and they were all, ‘whatever,’” Ethan was saying.

I had no idea what he was talking about, but whatever it was, Merry found it amusing.

I liked this. I liked Merry making my kid waffles. I liked the fact he could do that at all, considering I’d paid three bucks for that waffle iron and it’d only worked once, so I was glad he’d fixed it. And I liked my kid having a guy in the house to babble guy shit to, getting up early to do it on a Saturday morning.

I leaned against the jamb and instantly got two pairs of eyes, my brown ones in my son’s face and Merry’s blue ones in his beautiful face.

“Mom! Cool! You’re up!” Ethan cried. “Waffle time!”

“Seems you started without me,” I noted.

Ethan smiled. “I was hungry.”

I looked to Merry. “How many has he had so far?”

Merry was still grinning but now doing it at me. “Three.”

“I’m a growin’ boy,” Ethan decreed.

“You’re definitely that considering I’m soon going to have to sell my plasma in order to keep you in Oreos,” I returned.

“I’ll sell mine too so we can double up on America’s finest cookie,” Ethan offered.

I shook my head, doing it smiling, and moved into the kitchen. I went straight to my son and didn’t push my luck with gooey. I just reached out and shoved his head to the side, but I did it tousling his hair just a little bit, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

He noticed and I knew this when he muttered, “You’re a goof, Mom.”

“Whatever,” I muttered back and moved to Merry.

He watched me and I watched him, thinking he looked right at home in Janis Joplin’s kitchen.

I got close, put a hand to his abs, and lifted up to kiss his jaw.

“Mornin’, baby,” he said quietly.

I pulled back my head but stayed close, looking him in the eye, trying to decide if him making my son waffles in my kitchen was a better “mornin’” than the one he’d given me the day before.

It was an impossible decision. I was just going to have to equally enjoy all the boons he was giving me.

   
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