Limitless Love (Lotus House #4)(35)

I giggled, feeling lighter than I had since the accident. He nipped his way up my neck, across my jaw to my lips. His face hovered over mine, our lips barely touching.

“The man who’s been taking care of me.” I inched my lower body closer, allowing the full length of our bodies to touch.

“Fuck yeah, that man is me. Your man,” he reiterated.

My man. It sounded so foreign. “Hmm…time will tell,” I whispered, not wanting to promise too much, even though each day Clayton was indeed making it clear the position he intended to have in my life and in this household.

“Fuck time. You’re mine.” He tunneled a hand into my hair and pressed our lips together.

We kissed hot and heavy like a pair of horny teenagers until the doorbell rang and Lily came screaming through the kitchen bumping into us on her way to let in our guests.

“Showtime.” He dug his hands into my skin.

Clayton jerked his hips against my pelvis, letting me feel exactly what being pressed against him did to his anatomy. “You’re so lucky we have guests,” he said, his voice thick with lust and desire.

“Oh, yeah? If we didn’t, you’d ravish me right here?” I toyed with his belt loop, trying to play coy even though the thought of things moving further excited and scared the hell out of me.

He winked and pushed back. “Something like that.”

“Looking forward to that something,” I quipped with a saucy little sway to my hips, feeling more womanly than I had in months. Clayton brought out a spicy side I didn’t know I had but was starting to connect with more and more as the days went by. Yes, I feared Kyle. The ups and downs of my healing physically and mentally wasn’t fun to deal with, but having Clayton in my life eased that burden. For all of us. Knowing he’d be there every night somehow made it all more bearable. Gave me a stronger motivation to find that peace inside of me. The happy place I’d been in before the attack.

I held the door open as Trent and Genevieve entered, little Will on Trent’s hip. When Trent was home he seemed to always have his son close. He was a good father who took his role seriously, unlike the bastard ex of mine.

“Hey, man, you cooking?” Trent asked Clayton, a hint of hope in his tone.

“Yep. Been doing so every day since Monet came home.”

Genevieve’s eyebrows rose toward her hairline. “Really? Looks like I have some chatting to do with our friend Moe. Excuse me, guys.” She turned around, her shiny blond hair bopping around her shoulders, her hips swaying. Genevieve was undeniably a lovely woman and a dead ringer for a young Gwen Stefani, complete with platinum hair and bright lips.

“Stop looking at my wife’s ass before I slug you,” Trent growled at Clay as he set a kicking Will down. He was just learning how to walk.

“I can’t help that she has a nice ass, man,” Clayton teased Trent, and I tried not to let their conversation bother me. I knew it was male posturing and bonding, not because Clayton was genuinely interested in Viv.

“Try.” Trent gritted his teeth like the over-possessive man we all knew him to be.

Clay waved a hand in surrender. “Okay, okay. Sorry, man. Want a beer?”

“Fuck yeah!”

“I’ll get it,” I said. Clayton nodded.

Genevieve approached me and pulled me into a light hug. “You okay? I mean, I know we’ve talked on the phone, but how are you really doing?”

I squeezed her hand. “I’m good. Really good. Mila, Atlas, and Clay have been taking care of me, and it’s been hard, but…” I sighed. “I’m getting there. Every day is better than the last.”

“I’m so glad. We’ve all been really worried. Hearing that Clay’s on point makes me feel better. He’d never let anything happen to you under his watch.”

I glanced over at the big man while he tended to the snacks and drinks. His smile was wide, and he seemed so at ease in my home. More than that, I was more at ease with him here.

“Yes, I believe you’re right.” I smiled and let her run off after some banging sounds echoed down the hall where the kids were playing. I turned to get a beer for Trent when the doorbell rang. Lily flew from around the corner of her room, running once again. Dash Alexander and his wife, Amber, entered. Amber held a chocolate cake in her hands.

“We brought dessert.” She smiled sweetly, her brown hair falling prettily to both sides of her cheeks.

“No, you brought sex on a plate.” Clayton looked at the dessert as if the triple-layer chocolate decadence was a naked woman ready to be taken. “Looks like a thousand calories in a single slice,” he continued, looking at the treat. “Shit, guess I’ll be doing double time in the gym tomorrow,” he grumbled but licked his lips.

That single bit of tongue peeking out made my heart hammer in my chest. Thinking about Clay at the gym did not help the heat curling up my chest. I waved at my face, not prepared for how hot and bothered he’d been making me lately. I don’t know if it was partly due to the fact that I’d weened myself off the pain pills or his sheer presence every day, or the fact that he kissed and touched me…often. My hormones were on overload, and I wanted a piece of Clayton far more than I wanted a piece of Amber’s decadent cake.

Dash laughed. “Can’t say I never gave you anything. My wife is amazing at everything she does.” He grinned.