Two Dates Max (16 page)
“Well, you two can joke all you want about me moving, but you still haven’t answered the question,” Shayla said.
I busied myself drinking coffee and left the answer up to Sean. He finished his food and took my free hand from the table, holding it between his palms.
“What do you say, baby doll? Can I move in with you?”
I set my cup down and stared into his earnest gaze. It was so unexpected after the turmoil we’d just been through but I didn’t want to let this opportunity slip away.
“You really want to? You’re sure you’ll be okay with having me around all the time?”
He chuckled. “I should ask you the same question.”
I smiled back and hopped from my seat onto his lap. His arms came around me naturally, as if they had always done so.
“I would be very happy to have you around all the time,” I said.
His shoulders relaxed and he tightened his grip in a brief hug. “Me too.”
Shayla sighed and stood from the table to carry her plate to the sink. “Well that’s settled I guess, but you still haven’t picked a wedding date.”
“How about we see if she can put up with me for any length of time before you pawn me off on her permanently,” Sean said with a grin.
I laughed and nuzzled his neck before placing a kiss against his pulse. He squeezed my waist again.
“That’s very true. I’d hate for her to ask for a refund after the whole shebang,” Shayla said with an exaggerated sigh.
We both laughed and Sean grunted.
“And what about you?” I asked. “Does that mean you’ll move down here?”
She cleared the rest of the table before turning to face us.
“I don’t know. I’m seriously tempted, and there isn’t much left for me in New York.”
Sadness crossed her features so briefly, I would’ve thought I’d imagined it if Sean hadn’t suddenly stiffened beneath me.
“Give me his name and address, and I’ll fly up there to take care of him for you.”
Shayla looked at him in surprise for a moment before bursting into laughter.
“Oh trust me, big bro, if I thought it would help I would.” She shook her head and sighed. “But he isn’t even worth the airfare. Just another loser to add to the shit pile.”
Sean relaxed the slightest bit but his expression said he wasn’t happy.
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Since we were done with breakfast and I had to get ready for work, Sean decided to drive me home. We had walked back to his place first thing that morning so he could check on Shayla since he wasn’t convinced her migraine had been an act. I let him into the house with my thoughts still on his sister.
“Do you think she’ll move down here?” I asked.
He shrugged and looked around my house as if seeing it for the first time. I followed his gaze and began picturing his things interspersed with mine.
“She’ll do what she wants to do, but I know she’s ready for a change of scenery. I’d just like to have her closer.”
I leaned into him and he put his arms around me. “You’re a good big brother,” I whispered.
He smiled and placed a soft kiss on my temple. “Hopefully you’ll think I’m a good roommate too.”
“We’ll see. The first time you leave the toilet seat up I might have to punish you.”
His eyebrows shot up but the look on his face was definitely interested.
“Oh yeah? Does that mean I get to punish you if I find wet towels on the bathroom floor?”
I laughed and shook my head. “I don’t know. I think it all depends on the punishment.”
He made a show of looking me up and down before rubbing a hand over my ass.
“Have you ever been spanked?”
Heat infused my face and I tried really hard to look appalled, but my pulse had kicked into overdrive and that was hard to hide.
“N-no, of course not. Have you?”
He laughed. “Nope. But I’m willing to try anything with you at least once.”
I melted like butter and he kissed me sweetly. “Anything?” I asked.
He grinned mischievously. “Anything, beautiful. So long as you promise to always talk to me and slap me if I start pushing you away. I never want to lose you again.”
I sighed and kissed him back.
“You never lost me, Sean. I just had to…reenergize.”
“Ah, that’s what you call it?”
“Yup.”
His grin widened. “Good. Then you must have plenty of energy now.”
I yelped as he picked me up and headed for the bedroom, intent on using up all my stored energy.
Ms. Missy Jane is the alter ego of a married mother of four who was born and raised in Texas. A few years ago, she finished reading a book by Mercedes Lackey and thought, “Now, what if…” and a monster was created. Missy now spends most of her time lost in worlds of her own making, alternately loving and hating such creatures as vampires, shape-shifters and gargoyles (to name a few).
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