Only Mine (Honey Mountain #5)(73)

“I don’t see me skiing down any slopes in my underwear. But I’ll happily drop to my knees anytime you want me to.” I nipped at her bottom lip as we pulled up in front of our building.

“Good to know.” She stepped out of the car and said goodbye to Gallan. I thanked him and clapped him on the back before following her inside.

Once we were on the elevator, we were both quiet. She stood a little bit away from me and looked deep in thought.

“What are you thinking about, Minx?”

“Just wondering if we’re going to be staying at the same apartment tonight?”

“Fuck yeah, we are. I say we just stay together as long as we both want to.”

She smiled. “I still hate you, big, bad Wolf.”

“I hate you, too, Minx.” I wrapped my arms around her as the doors opened, her back to my chest, and we stepped off together.

“My place or yours?” she asked over her shoulder.

“Mine.” The word had more meaning than I wanted to admit.

Because she was mine.

There was no way around it anymore.





twenty-nine





Dylan





Wolf had gone to work out after we left the office, and I’d had planned a FaceTime call with my sisters. The last couple of weeks had been surprising and unexpected.

I had my laptop set up at the kitchen counter, and I poured myself a glass of wine as everyone joined the chat.

“Hello,” Vivian called out.

“I’m here. The girls are playing in the snow with Jace, so I have a little quiet time,” Ashlan said as I settled onto the barstool.

“Sorry, you’re going to get a little boob action, because someone is completely off his schedule and wants to nurse all the freaking time.” Everly adjusted her blouse, and little Jackson clamped right on.

“I’ve seen more of your boobs than my own lately,” Charlotte said over her laughter.

“I don’t even live there, and I feel like I see them constantly. And might I say—they are so… voluptuous.”

“It’s called engorged. They are full of freaking milk because this little guy has a ravenous appetite, just like his father.”

“I heard that!” Hawk shouted in the background. They were in a hotel room in Dallas for a game.

Wolf and I didn’t attend all the out-of-town games, as we usually kept things together back at the office.

“Well, you’re sitting right next to me, so I sort of assumed you would hear me.” Everly’s head fell back in laughter, and Hawk’s face appeared on the screen.

“What’s up, girls? Dilly, I heard you got Wolf to agree to come to Honey Mountain for Thanksgiving. Things are getting serious, huh?” He bit into an apple and managed to chew and smile at the same time.

“It’s not serious. It’s temporary. But yes, we are going to his house for brunch that morning and then flying home in time for dinner. It’s called compromise. I’m learning how to do it. It’s a new skill for me.” I reached for my glass and took a sip of wine.

Did it catch me off guard that we didn’t want to be apart for Thanksgiving? Sure. Had I ever spent a holiday with a man before? No.

But, we both agreed it wasn’t a big deal, and this is what we wanted to do.

For now.

“Um, I don’t know a lot of temporary relationships that spend the holidays together.” Ashlan shrugged as she lifted an orange and white mug to her mouth.

“We’re making our own rules up as we go. But I’m telling you, I’m sure one of us will be sick of this soon.”

“What’s your safe word again?”

I spelled it out because Wolf and I had an agreement that we would never casually use the word. When I was fuming that Kressa had stopped by to see him, I didn’t toss it out as a threat like I was tempted to do—we’d agreed. It would be a one-and-done with the safe word. We would only use it when one of us wanted out, and there would be no questions asked. So, I wasn’t even comfortable saying it. “W. I. N. X. Please don’t say the word in front of me. I’m superstitious.”

“You know… safe words are normally for people who are kinky in the bedroom, right? I’ve never met anyone who had a safe word to bail on a relationship that they wouldn’t even call a relationship, even though they spend every minute of the day together. This whole thing is just craziness.” Everly unlatched Jackson from her breast and then covered herself up after Hawk carried him away.

Everyone burst out in laughter at her words because none of them understood this agreement that Wolf and I had. And guess what? They didn’t need to.

This was our thing, and we made the rules.

“This is how people who don’t want relationships date. And trust me, we’re plenty adventurous in the bedroom. I just don’t need a safe word because I’d never tell him to stop.” I waggled my brows, and Everly groaned.

“There’s a baby in the room,” she whisper-hissed.

“He lives off of breast milk; he can hardly understand the meaning of good sex.” I raised a brow.

“Okay, so you have a safe word for when you’ve had enough. But you work together. You sleep together. You travel together. You’ve met one another’s families. You’re spending the holiday together. I’m sorry, Dilly, but this sure sounds like a relationship,” Vivian said.