by Anne Conley
Yeah, Misty said she wasn’t ready yet, but she wanted kids someday. Someday, she’ll have the rounded belly that will hold Chris’s child. She’ll be baking apple strudel in the kitchen and cooking her fabulous dinners, while he’ll be outside firing up the grill. And then they’ll all eat around the dining room table.
“This one’s perfect.”
Chris smiled down at her, and as she smiled back, he realized how full his life had become in such a short time. Stroking a curl behind her ear, he couldn’t stop looking into her fiery brown eyes, admiring her strength. Someone had pulled some strings at Crash’s new office, and the local news stations had all done feature stories on the coffee shop. Donations had rolled in, and the repairs had been finished in record time. All the bullet holes were patched up, and it had been repainted, and there was money to spare to send off to Misty and Mia’s charity.
A sizeable donation.
Misty had been through-the-roof ecstatic, and Chris had been proud to be a part of it. In fact, she’d let him be a major force in her success, and he loved that. Ever since the Chamber mixer, she’d allowed him to be a mouthpiece for her and Mia’s work, working up press releases and continuing with their marketing plan. He did the promotional stuff while they focused on getting more help in the coffee shop.
A throat clearing behind them brought him back to the present, and Chris realized he still had her wrapped around him like a monkey trying to crack open a coconut on top of this table in a furniture store. He extricated himself, realizing Misty was blushing.
“Yeah, we’ll take this one. Can you deliver tonight?” This was their first piece of furniture for their new apartment, and Chris was looking forward to christening it.
Crash had been cool with things once he got used to the idea of him and his sister being together. But even after the attacks downtown, and Chris and Misty’s declarations of love to each other, it had still taken a couple of weeks of Chris showing up to dinner—and Crash seeing them together—to make him realize they had the real thing and he wasn’t jerking Misty’s chain.
But now, he was on board and ready for them to get a new place together. Her brother was definitely tired of him staying overnight. And Chris was tired of trying to be quiet with their overnight activities.
They’d signed the papers yesterday and were moving in today. In fact, Crash should be there already, unloading most of Misty’s stuff. After paying for the table, they got in the car with an air of excitement. They were about to start a new life together. A life they both wanted.
“Have you heard from Ghost? I haven’t,” Misty sounded sad at the prospect, and Chris commiserated. The man had been a friend to her when she needed one and had done a lot to warn Chris of the attack. Not that he’d heeded it like he needed to. If he could go back in time, he would have locked Misty away and not let her open up that day.
“Yeah. He’s back at home, waiting for another assignment. In fact, he’s probably been on at least one since we saw him last. That’s sort of how they roll.” Chris pulled into the parking lot of their new apartment and got out before going to open Misty’s door for her. He slipped his hand around hers as they walked to the ground floor apartment.
“We were so lucky to get this apartment so fast,” Misty breathed. She was right. It was a really nice apartment in a relatively safe area, gated and everything. He had an idea one of her cohorts with Pierce Securities had a hand in it.
She’d been looking over her shoulder every time they were out in public, but he knew only time would make that go away. After all she’d been through, he only wanted to protect her. Saul was locked away, as well as his fellow terrorists, the ones who hadn’t been killed in the altercation. There were actually a minimum of fatalities, surprisingly. Only three civilians who weren’t part of the organized terrorist attack were killed. It was tragic; none of them should have died, not for this.
But her nightmares had been less frequent, and Chris was thankful for that. The sheer terror she displayed when her nightmares visited her gutted him, every time, and he would do anything to make them stop. The fact they’d lessened in frequency would have to be enough. Eventually, they would go away.
Misty unlocked the apartment door, and Chris scooped her into his arms before striding into the apartment. It was filled with boxes, and Misty let out an awe-filled moan.
“Oh God, I have the best brother ever.”
“I’m just glad he’s gone now,” Chris murmured as he put Misty down. She eagerly started rummaging around in boxes eloquently labeled “Kitchen Shit.”
“What do you want for dinner? I can run to the store for something for a pasta bake, if that sounds good.” She had her head buried in boxes while Chris looked around.
“Baby, let’s call for delivery. I don’t want to leave again.” He stalked toward her as Misty caught on to his intentions. “I hate to say it, but shopping for tables made me really horny.”
She quirked an eyebrow at him, but her smirk told him something else entirely. “I think everything makes you horny.”
“Since I found you, baby. Only you.”
***
A retort about his nickname being Casanova was about to fly out of Misty’s mouth, but she could only manage an inelegant snort before Chris yanked her face to his and kissed the fool out of her.
Instantly distracted, she wound her fingers in his hair and enjoyed his tongue stroking the inside of her mouth. His hands gripped her ass and lifted her, carrying her into the bedroom, where Andrew had put the box-springs and mattress. There weren’t any sheets, but she didn’t have time to think about it before Chris unceremoniously dumped her on it, falling on top of her.
In a rush of lips and hands, they made love—fast and loud—before they lay there, spent and gasping. She trailed her fingers under his shirt, feeling the sheen of perspiration.
“Sorry. Got a little carried away,” Chris muttered in her ear, his breathing still heavy.
“I’m not complaining. Next time we’ll take it slower.” She had no idea why Chris had insisted on a dining room table before all else, but she had to admit she was pleased. The idea that he treasured her dinner times as much as she did made the fact they couldn’t afford a sofa for another month okay somehow. She knew he wouldn’t argue about being home in time for dinner—a rule she didn’t understand herself—but knew how important it was for a family to have family time. The fact he agreed was awesome.
They laid there, ignoring all the unpacking they had to do, dozing lazily, until a knock at the door woke them.
“That’s the table,” Misty squeaked, looking around for her shirt. Somehow, she’d managed to get naked during their interlude, yet Chris had stayed clothed.
“I’ll get it sorted. You stay here. I’m anticipating a lovely feast tonight.” His eyes darkened deliciously as they narrowed on Misty, and she knew whatever came out of his mouth next was going to make her a dripping mess. Sure enough, she wasn’t disappointed. “I want you on that table, naked, laid out for me, spread wide, with that pretty little pussy ready for me to eat.” His words were a growl, and Misty shivered at the thought as he turned and walked out the door.
“God, I love your filthy mouth,” she breathed to his back as he went to let in the delivery men. Chris knew how much his dirty talk turned her on, and as she lay there, listening to him instruct the delivery men, she got herself worked up with images of Chris feasting on her body.
She was going to love her new life.
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