The Single Dad (The Dalton Family #3)(73)

“I’ve been sooo busy,” Everly replied, breathless.

Kendall laughed. “Can we have a sleepover soon?”

Eve played with the side of Kendall’s hair and replied, “Yes!”

“I want a sleepover too,” Jenner said as he joined the party, his hands full of gifts. “Because I believe it’s our turn to have Eve for the weekend.”

“Uncle Jenner!”

“Did you leave any pink at the store?” I asked him.

Jo was right beside Jenner, her hands also full of pink bags.

“There’s another load still in the car that we weren’t able to carry in,” Jo responded, smiling.

“Jesus, you guys,” I groaned. “You’re spoiling her.”

Everyone looked at me and laughed.

“Whatever you say, Daddy,” Jenner mocked, rolling his eyes. He dropped the bags and held out his hands. “Give me my girl.”

He took Everly from Kendall and danced around the living room with her while Jo went back outside to get the rest of the gifts.

“She loves them so much,” Sydney said to me as we watched Everly in Jenner’s arms, beaming from all the attention.

“She lives for them,” I agreed, my gaze turning to Sydney. “And she lives for you.” I ground my teeth together. “Fuck, I want to kiss you right now.”

My brothers knew.

My parents knew.

Hannah, of course, knew.

We weren’t a secret.

But today was all about Everly, and until we talked to my daughter about what was going on, I wasn’t going to kiss Sydney in front of her, filling Eve with questions.

“You have no idea how badly I want that,” Sydney whispered back.

“Look who I found,” Jo said.

Her announcement caused my focus to break away from Sydney, and I glanced toward the entrance of the living room, where my parents were walking in.

More gifts weren’t just overflowing from Jo’s hands, but my parents’ too.

“Mimi! Papa!”

“Look at my beautiful birthday girl,” my mother said, crouching onto her knees so she could hug Everly.

My family was going to keep my daughter occupied for the next several minutes. That meant, for the short time being, I could do what I wanted.

I could do what had been on my goddamn mind since Sydney and Everly had walked downstairs after Eve finished getting ready.

I put my hand on Sydney’s back and growled, “Come with me.”

The kitchen wasn’t safe.

Neither was the powder room or my bedroom or any of the rooms near the living room.

Therefore, I led her into the garage. Once the door was shut, I pressed her back against it, holding her neck, tilting her face up to me.

I stared into those gorgeous eyes, at those plump fucking lips. “Finally.”

I didn’t wait.

I slammed our mouths together, slipping my fingers down her side until I reached her ass, squeezing it into my palm.

“Mmm,” she moaned. Her eyes opened as I pulled my mouth away. “Don’t stop.”

There was nothing hotter than hearing her demand more.

I devoured her lips again, brushing our bodies together, grinding my hard-on against her pussy.

Fuck, she felt so good.

My tongue slowly slithered between her lips, tasting her.

Savoring.

But it wasn’t enough.

Even though I’d eaten her pussy just last night, even though she’d ridden my cock and I’d filled her with cum.

It was never enough when it came to Sydney.

The time in between made me miss her.

Like this morning, when she’d been upstairs, helping Everly get ready.

And again, now, as she separated us and said, “We have to get back to the party.”

“You sure?” I nuzzled into her neck, inhaling her, kissing up to her ear. “I need just one more minute.”

She laughed, gently tapping my erection. “Down, boy. It’s Everly’s day. We’re not missing a second of it.”

“Fuck … you’re right.” I adjusted myself to hide how hard I was. “But do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you tonight?” I left her neck to graze my thumb across her mouth, my stare following the pad of my finger as I fantasized about those fucking lips.

“I think I can guess.” Her teeth pierced her bottom lip. “And I can’t wait.”

“Sydney …” I pulled it loose, rubbing, tugging it. “You’re fucking teasing me.”

“Not teasing. Promising.” She kissed me and wiped her gloss off my lips, and then she turned around and reached for the doorknob.

I gave her ass a quick slap and followed her inside.

Craig was in the kitchen when we entered and said, “I took the cake out of the fridge, Sydney. I want it to get to room temperature before anyone eats it.”

“Perfect. Thank you,” she replied.

He wiped his hands on his apron. “You did a hell of a job on it.” He reached for a bowl and began dumping some hummus into it. “Everly’s going to flip out when she sees it.”

Sydney smiled. “That’s my hope.”

I hadn’t seen the cake. Sydney wanted it to be a surprise, but she’d asked if she could make it rather than having me order one, like I usually did. Of course, I had agreed. There was nothing sweeter than my girl wanting to bake for my daughter.