Make You Mine (Honey Mountain, #3)

by Laura Pavlov

Thoughts of Ashlan Thomas

in my bed looking like a motherfucking vision had been difficult to ignore. The girl was too pretty for her own good. Innocent. Sweet. Smart.

“Rusty, if you don’t stop hitting on my daughters, I swear to God, I will make you run drills out in the heat until your balls shrivel up into little raisins.”

Hadley turned around and shook her bare butt at us, and sure enough, a little turd was dangling from her tiny hiney. “Holy shit,” Jace whispered as he pushed to stand, and his towel gaped open. His oversized penis was staring me and my bloody nose right in the face. “Daddy,” Paisley shrieked and pointed. “Your privates are showing.”

“Daddy, was that your penis? Billy Graber said he has a penis.” Paisley giggled

before stopping at the sink to clean up her frosting-covered hands. “That kid’s a wealth of knowledge, isn’t he?” Jace grumped. “Where’s my penis?” Hadley’s little voice whispered, startling all of us as she looked down between her legs. Jace raised a brow, Paisley squealed, and I laughed. “Daddy. Hadley’s first sentence is, ‘Where’s my penis.’”

“Wait. It was that big that you were dumbfounded?” Dylan asked as Lily approached our table again and set down an obscene amount of food, and we were all trying not to laugh at Dylan’s comment.

kiss would never be enough for me,” I said because it was the truth, and I reached for her chin and rubbed the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip. “Not even fucking close.”