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“I can’t tell if he’s giving a middle finger to the media or if he’s hermit-ing.”
“It’ll blow by,” Maximoff assures me. “It always does. They can handle whatever’s happening.”
“Farrow calls everything little,” I defend him. He smiles at me like that’s not completely true. And I know, he’d never call his brain or dick small—but those are technicalities and semantics that I’m ignoring.
And I’m pretty positive my dad would have demanded to see the footage. Just to ensure Kinney wasn’t doing anything inappropriate. He’s a strict dad. Because he cares. It’s what I’ve always known.
“Cross your heart.” I make an X over my heart. She waits for Farrow to do the same, and I don’t know…it makes me smile. He draws an X across his chest.
As we pass, I can’t mistake Farrow assessing Gotham. I don’t want to ask if anything’s wrong. I grew up with that dog, and I’m aware that he’s old and slowing down. But some things I just wish could last forever.
Thank God, she’s okay. Thank God, she’s happy. Thank God, she found love in him and that he treats her like the most beautiful human on the planet. Janie deserves nothing less.
and Farrow and Thatcher are speaking with their damn eyes.
“Can I not be in the dark here?” I ask them, feeling like I’m a hundred steps behind all three. “I’m just as lost, wolf scout.” He holds my gaze. “If I knew anything, I’d definitely tell you.”
“Lily walked in on us having sex.” What? “Lily?” Farrow repeats. “My mom?” I say tightly,
“We…we were having sex in the limo.” My eyes grow. “Your dad’s limo?” Where she was born.
Farrow buckles forward in laughter, amusement filling his eyes. Mostly looking at Thatcher. And strangely, the air lightens.
“You had sex in your future father-in-law’s limo.” Farrow holds a stitch in his side, beyond entertained. “Man, you’re making it harder and harder for me to keep calling you a hall monitor.”
Uncle Connor has always been good at handling media fallouts.
“My parents are strong.” I have total belief in them. He nods, seeing this. “Whatever happens, I’m here.”
Philosophy quote Forest (woods) Hufflepuff Family birthdays X-Men Batman? Swimming (water)
I’m leaning on his dresser, and my smile is really fucking killing me. Maximoff’s 8 p.m. zigzagging thoughts and ideas are amusing as fuck.
his gaze flitting to me. I’m guessing he wants my opinion but doesn’t want to award me the sa...
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His eyes dance over my cheeks and mouth. He wants me to kiss him. My lip quirks, not giving in that easily.
“I’d rather not murder my dad,” he explains and gestures to the chalk word. “Because if I suddenly have a DC-related tattoo, there’ll be a fucking homicide. Hence, the indecision.”
Maximoff’s confidence of knowing what he wants and doesn’t want on his body has always been extremely attractive.
I soak in his strong-willed demeanor. Like no matter what anyone says or does, he’ll never be pushed down. Shit, he’s drop-dead-fucking-beautiful and seriously hot, but it’s just way too fun to tease the fuck out of him.
“Don’t move,” Maximoff orders. “Okay, Bossy.” I stare mostly at his eyes while he traces my ink with his hands.
“Are you trying to turn me on, Maximoff, or do you want to tell me something?” What do you want tattooed on your body, wolf scout?
“The tattoo is about me.” Maximoff nods a couple times.
Fuck, I tattooed something that represented you when we weren’t even engaged yet.”
I remind him of the pirate wolf tattoo on my lower back, which includes the initials ws. When I got that, I broke my one and only tattoo rule. Never get a tattoo that relates to a boyfriend. I blew past it for him. Always for him.
Maximoff smiles, a fucking gorgeous breathtaking smile,
I’m a Hale. Bad shit does happen to my family.”
“Don’t mention the Hale Curse.” I’m going to kill Donnelly for co...
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“If I’m tattooing your name on me, it’s going to be one-hundred percent visible. For the whole world to see.”
His pride thunders through me. Bursting emotion into a million vibrant colors that I’d never contain. I wipe an escaped tear with the heel of my palm and I nod more than once, letting this overwhelming feeling sink deep. “I love the fuck out of you, Maximoff.”
He just moves closer. I move closer. Like magnets, we slam together,
Deeply, roughly, I say against his lips, “You love my hands.” His eyes wade across my features. “I love you.”
He’s twenty-three, cautious to trust anyone, and he’s trusted me entirely, fully—to an intimate capacity. With his body. His love.
And he’s my greatest love. The only man I’ve asked to marry me. The only man I’ve wanted to be with for a lifetime. Fuck, he’s my entire world, and I’ve vowed to protect him, even on the days where he says he can protect himself.
He wants me to steer this ship. My lip curves up. Anytime, wolf scout.
I move his head back and forth, but he shoots me a look like, not that.
Good fucking God. He’s usually the one trying to face-fuck me, and the fact that he wants this, right now, wields a sharp band of emotion. We’re staring so cavernously deep into each other. It jabs tightly wound sentiments into my body. Ramping up my pulse.
Between breaths, he chokes out, “I want you all over me.” Damn. Fuck.
See, I want to ask if he’s okay, but I also don’t want to freak Maximoff out. Nothing is wrong. But we haven’t talked about his newfound love of bottoming. Any changes in his habits surrounding sex are a big deal to him.
“You can take this off, you know—” “I know.” His voice is firm. But he hasn’t taken it off yet. Not since I replaced it with the one he lost in the fire.
“Fuck,” I breathe. No matter how many times I’m inside him, he’s still tight as hell. “Relax.”
“Farrow? Moffy?” Lily calls, his mom speaking against the door.
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“Come on me.” Maximoff. I smile and press a kiss to his deltoid. “You’re too slow with your command.” I gently ease out. “I came in you already.”
“What if it’s a year or two years or five or a goddamn century, and I never top again?” I skip over the quip I could make and stay serious. “Then you’re more of a strict bottom, and I’ll enjoy fucking you until I die.”
And I’m looking out for you, every fucking day. Every time we’re in bed.”
If I have to spend each night reassuring him, I gladly will. These talks are something I’ve come to expect, and I care too much about Maximoff to let this shit fester.
at sharp-edged, amber eyes that cut between me and his son. Loren Hale just entered a tense moment that he’s not going to understand.
His dad is just wearing sweatpants, tired lines across his forehead.
