Caught Up (Windy City, #3)

by Liz Tomforde

“You’ve got a cute kid.” You’ve got a cute everything, is what I want to say in response.

“Oh, well that’s good. I mean, that’s not good. Or maybe it is good? Who am I to say? Goddamn, this elevator is taking forever.” She slaps a palm over her mouth, her eyes darting to Max. “I mean, gosh dang it.”

“Maybe he should loosen up every once in a while. He’s got a cute-ass kid and an even cuter smile when he shows it.”

“And Ace,” he calls out. “Keep your dick in your pants. We all know how fucking fertile you are, and I’m too young and too goddamn attractive for someone to be calling me Grandpa.”

“He’ll be on his hands and knees most of the time.” “As all men should be.”

Maybe that’ll rub off on him.” “You want me to rub up on him?” “Off, Miller. I said ‘off.’” I pop my shoulder. “I like my version better.”

“Coach’s daughter, Kai?” Indy wears a knowing grin. “Interesting. I do love that plot line.” “Nothing about this is interesting, you hopeless romantic.” “Hopeful,” she corrects, pointing toward Ryan. “The new term is ‘hopeful romantic.’”

So real 🤣

“If you’re as terrible of a listener in the bedroom as you are in real life, Miller, I can promise you this, you wouldn’t be allowed to come.” Those pretty lips part, jade eyes wide. “Two can play this game, Montgomery. Now, let’s go.” I nod toward the other side of the house once again. Her lips press together, holding back a grin. “You keep talking like that, Kai, and I’ll be ditching the ‘baseball’ part and just be calling you ‘daddy.’”

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Isaiah uses both hands to quickly cover his dick while standing bare-ass naked next to Kennedy’s training table. “Well, you said to strip down and I got excited.” I motion to what he’s covering. “Clearly.”

“I just thought,” he continues. “Finally, my Kenny is going to realize I’m the guy for her. After all these years and all this tension, it only took a two-run homer for her to open her eyes.” Kennedy’s voice has no inflection. “There’s no tension.”

Kennedy’s elbow digs into Isaiah’s right calf. “Oh, holy fuck!” he screams, biting into the padded table to muffle the sound. He lets out a strangled whimper, his voice cracking. “Kenny! Kenny!” “That’s it, baby. Let it out like a real man.”

“You like hurting me?” he asks, sitting up and getting out of her reach. “Little do you know I like pain. Some might even call me a masochist in the bedroom.”

“If you like pain so much, get back on this table.” She pats the cushion. “Kenny, you’ve had a long day. I’m good. I don’t want you working too hard.”

She’s not wrong. It’s stunning out here. Both the view and the girl I shouldn’t be looking at.

“Dear God, Kai. No wonder you have a kid. Just looking at you like this would get any woman pregnant.”

“Sorry,” I apologize. “It’s too late to be getting deep on you.” “It’s never too late to go deep in me, Baseball Daddy.”

“What can I say?” Miller yells to the field. “I’ve got a thing for older guys!” She punctuates that with an admiring whistle of her lips.

There’s only one instance in which I can see myself gagging in Kai Rhodes’ presence, and it sure as hell isn’t from liquor.

There’s nothing soft or sweet about the way my mouth crashes onto hers because there’s nothing soft or sweet about Miller. She aggravates me, pushes me, challenges me.

“The furthest side from the door. That way if a murderer comes in, he’ll kill you first.”

“You’re not going to blow on it for me?” He wears a devilish smile, but mine is a whole lot naughtier. “Oh, I’ll blow something for you. All you have to do is ask.”

“And goddamn, these legs are going to feel so warm on my cheeks when I bury my tongue right here.”

“Because it’s her dream, and I care about her too much to not help her chase it, even if that means I won’t be there when she gets everything she’s worked for.”

“And it’s in there because I’m so fucking in love with you, it’s too painful not to be able to see you every second of the day.”

This is fucking miserable, Miller, knowing there’s a clock counting down the seconds until I don’t have you anymore, but I’d do it all over again. I’d fall in love with you all over again. I’d break my heart all over again because loving you was one of the two greatest surprises of my life.”

“Miller,” he says, making sure my attention is on him. “If you ever decide to stop running and make a home…” His eyes are begging, pleading. “Make it with me.”

A knock sounds at the back door of the house and we both turn to find Isaiah, Zanders, Stevie, Ryan, Indy, and Rio with their faces pressed up to the glass, watching us.

“Mama!” Max calls out from the other side of the glass, and when we look back, Ryan’s got him hoisted on his arm to get a good view.