“We have school pictures next week.” I knew what was coming, and I prepared myself for Brynn to laugh her ass off, just like my brothers did when they found out. “Mommy doesn’t braid my hair right. Will you come over and do it before school, please?”
I heard a small gasp from Brynn and glanced up to see her reaction. Her amber eyes were soft as she looked back and forth between my niece and me. She looked a little like she might melt into a puddle, and when she realized I was watching her, pink bloomed on her cheeks. I grinned and winked, causing her blush to deepen.
“Who’s she?” Ally asked, blinking up at Brynn innocently.
That wasn’t a question I could answer for her at the moment. Informing my niece that Brynn was the woman I was going to fuck, knock up, and marry wouldn’t go over well with her mom. I didn’t think Brynn was quite ready to hear it either.
I turned back to Ally and tugged one of her loose curls. “You’ll see her again at dinner and can get to know her then.”
“She’s pretty,” Ally whispered loud enough for the entire room to hear.
“She sure is,” I agreed. “As pretty as you. Now, get movin’, Ally-cat. And tell Annie I’ll be there to do your hair. Just make sure to let me know what day.”
With a giant smile, Ally blew me a kiss, then spun around and skipped to the door.
I stood and turned to face Brynn, who’d scooted onto one of the barstools and was sipping her drink with her eyes cast down. In one step, I was directly in front of her and leaned in, placing my hands on the bar, caging her between them. “It’s probably a little early for you to meet the family, but”—I shrugged—“we’re already moving at warp speed with our relationship, no reason to stop now.”
“Re–um–relationship?” she squeaked.
“Yeah, beautiful.” I was tempted to kiss her right then, but after having her wrapped around me with her big tits pressed into my back, the heat of her pussy against my ass, and the engine rumbling beneath us, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop. I sure as fuck didn’t want an audience when I took her.
I cupped her hips and lifted her off the stool, then set her on her feet. “Let’s go.” I took her hand and led her toward the stairs that would take us up to my room.
Along the way, I spotted Dax–our Sgt at arms–coming out of Mac’s office, and I called his name. He detoured over to us and smiled at Brynn. I pulled her into my side and glared at him, making him chuckle. “Let Patriot know I can’t make the ride tomorrow. Cash’ll do it.”
Dax nodded with a knowing smile. “Done.”
“Thanks,” I grumbled.
The scowl I shot every other person along the way kept them from stopping us until we stood outside my door. I twisted the knob and pushed it open, then gestured for her to walk in ahead of me. She hesitated, so I gave her a light smack on the ass to get her moving. Another cute little squeak left her lips as she went inside, making me chuckle.
When I flipped on the lights, I winced at the mess. My room was usually in disarray. Never dirty, but I rarely took the time to put stuff away if I was just going to use it again. So, the bed was unmade, there was a basket of clean laundry on the recliner by the window, and some extra riding gear on the dresser, along with a stack of books I’d finished reading but hadn’t put on my bookshelf.
“Sorry about the mess.”
Brynn giggled as she looked around. “I guess it makes sense. You do spend your days cleaning up for other people.”
I laughed as I shut and locked the door, then prowled toward her. She looked as though she might back up for a second, but she held her ground, making me so proud of her. Not only was she stronger than she looked but she also wasn’t afraid of me. Even when we first met, and she was terrified, she had looked at me with cautiousness but not fear.
“Or, I haven’t had anyone who made me want to be a better man, even if that only means keeping my room tidy,” I teased.
“Oh? None of your other…women made you want to—”
I cut her off with a growl and took her hand to guide her over to the chair. Once I put the basket of clothes on the ground, I sat and pulled Brynn down onto my lap, positioning her so she was straddling my legs. She fit perfectly against me, which would have been surprising considering our size difference if I hadn’t been one hundred percent sure that we were made for each other.