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.

We’ve got a good daddy, and that’s all we need.”

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.’”

“No, Sunshine. I’m not afraid of you hurting me. You’ve got it all wrong. I’ve just got nothing to offer. Nothing that would be good for you. A shit-ton of baggage, for starters. But if I were ten years younger, you wouldn’t be walking out of this bedroom without me touching you. Tasting you. Doing all the things I wish I could. But I’m not going to. We’re in different places. So, you’ve got to trust me on this—” I let out a long breath.

“I love you. I love you so fucking much.” She smiled. “I love you too, Jace King.”

“I think I’m going to like living with you, Jace King,” I said, waggling my brows. “Because we’re cooking a turkey together, or because you can have your way with me whenever you want?”

“I know we will, Ash. Because not all mamas leave, right?” Paisley pushed to her feet. “I think you’ll come back for us.”