“Come on, gypsy. It’s not that far.”

She just blinked at me.

“Okay, it’s a little far,” I conceded. “But he’ll love it.”

We were at the farmhouse, hanging out in the kitchen while Owen showered in a bathroom just a couple doors down where Kate could easily hear if he needed anything. For the rest of the evening, the two of them were mine, if I could just get Kate on board with the plans I’d made.

“We can get ice cream in town.”

“Not like Happy Jack’s we can’t.”

Her lips tipped up at the corners even as she bit them in the middle.

“What?”

The mirth in her eyes might have made me nervous if I didn’t enjoy it so much.

“If we go, how many times do you think you’ll say that name?”

“Happy Jack’s?”

She started to giggle despite the fact that she was still pressing her lips together. “Mhm.”

“What’s so funny about the way I say Happy Jack’s?”

She shook her head, but she was still laughing at me. I didn’t even care. She could direct it at me all she wanted as long as I got to watch.

I reached out, snagging her around the waist to pull her in, my free hand sneaking up under the hem of her shirt. Right there, just inside of her hips, she was ticklish. I’d discovered it by happy accident that first morning I’d had her in my bed. Now, I couldn’t resist.

“Don’t you dare!” she nearly shrieked, lashing out at me.

“You think the way I say Happy Jack’s is funny?” I demanded.

“Stop it!”

I didn’t. Turning her so her back was pressed against me and her arms were pinned, I kept right at it.

“Do you?”

She was flailing around, trying to fight me off even as her laughter rung through the air like a fucking song.

“Yes!”

“Why?”

“Your voice…” she panted. “It gets all high and excited… Like a little kid.”

I flattened my hand across her hip, gripping her and pulling her back against my dick that was straining to get out of my pants.

“You still want to say that?” I ran my nose up her neck, nipping at her ear to punctuate the question.

“Mhm,” she tried to sass me, but her ass grinding back against me told a different story.

It’d been three days since we’d woken up in my bed the morning after she came to me—and for me. I’d seen her once before now but hadn’t had her again. I’d thought my dick was insistent before, but now that I’d experienced having Kate, he was fucking insatiable.

It wasn’t that easy for a mom to get away where we could have the privacy we needed, and there wasn’t even a question that Owen would always come first. It was even more difficult when Kate hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to Daz yet, so being at the farmhouse and waiting for Owen to conk out at night wasn’t much of an option.

I didn’t need easy, though. I needed Kate, and she’d made it clear in her own way that she at least wanted to get that time even when we couldn’t—like she was right then—and that counted for a fuck of a lot.

“Tonight, gypsy,” I promised low.

“But...” she started to protest, and I bit down on the lobe of her ear again, silencing her.

“You said they were all out,” I reminded her.

Most of the brothers and their women had ridden out that morning to a rally out near Baker City. Stone, Evie, Doc, Daz, and Avery had all gone, so the only ones up at the farmhouse would be Kate and Owen.

“Someone could ride up to check on us.”

“Then we leave my car at my place and I’ll ride back up here with you. If they swing by, it’s just your car outside.”

Just saying it felt wrong. I didn’t want to be sneaking around. Fuck, I wanted to announce it to the whole world. But Daz deserved to hear it first.

Kate didn’t argue, still leaning against me, neck bared under my mouth. “I want you, gypsy. And you want me, too. We’ll be careful.”

“Okay.” It was practically a moan, and I was worried my dick wouldn’t go down until I got to fulfill the need in it.

The water shut off and I let Kate step away, but not before I snuck one kiss from her. Call it a toll for getting loose.

“Lee,” Kate moaned low.

Let me just say, thank god for sound machines. And for the fact that Owen needed one to sleep. We might still have had to keep it down, but the fact that I got to hear my gypsy moan for me was fucking spectacular.

At that moment, I had my woman on her knees on the bed, straddling my face. Her lush ass was in my hands, her hips rolling against my mouth as I ate her for all I had.

I’d taken her and Owen out for ice cream and hot dogs at Happy Jack’s. Kate had been more than a little confused when we’d pulled up to the shack of a restaurant, not getting why we’d go so far. Owen was sold entirely on the prospect of hot dogs and ice cream.

“Why this place?”

I looked at her, sitting in the passenger seat, then to Owen strapped in the back. I remembered being back there myself pulling into this same lot, feeling the excitement that always came with it.

“My dad used to bring us here. I don’t even know why, or how he knew about it, but if Dad said we were going for ice cream, this is where we went.”

Her wistful smile told me she understood what it meant for me to share that with them.

The dinner and ice cream had been great, but that had nothing on the taste of Kate on my tongue. I wasn’t sure anything did.

I looked up the length of her body, loving the view from this angle as much as anything, and couldn’t hold back anymore. Releasing my hold on her with one hand, I wrapped it around my cock. I needed some relief from the need I’d let grow for days. My hand matched the rhythm to which she ground her pussy against my tongue, and even at the slow pace, I knew I’d be tumbling over the edge in no time.

“Oh, God,” she cried out, and the sound of it drew my eyes up to find her looking over her shoulder at my hand on my cock. There was no missing the way her sweet cunt tightened when it was right around my tongue. She liked seeing me at the edge.

When she started shifting away a second later, I abandoned my cock, using both hands to hold her down on my face.

“Lee, babe, let me turn around.”

I didn’t let up, keeping her anchored down as I leaned up to lash her clit. Her hands went into my hair, yanking it just a bit. My dick pulsed at the feeling.

“Please,” she begged.

Fuck, I couldn’t deny her a thing. I bit down on her thigh as I released her, a warning that she better be swift.

She was.

She didn’t waste a second turning herself, then getting back on my face. Even fucking better, she leaned down and wrapped her sweet, hot mouth around my cock. I devoured her and she sucked me deep, running her tongue along my length until I was going to burst. Then, she lowered down until her lips were practically circling the base of me.

“Fuck. Come for me, gypsy,” I pleaded, needing to let go, but not about to do it until she was there. “Take yourself there for me.”

Her hips rocked on my face, and I just hung on for the ride, giving her what she needed while she moaned around my cock. When she broke, I followed her down in an instant. The feeling of her soaking my face while she swallowed everything I gave her only prolonged it until I thought I’d black out.

In the aftermath, she rolled to her side and collapsed, using my thigh as a pillow.

“Wow.”

Fuck, she could say that again.

“Yeah, babe.”

She curled up, snuggling into my side, even if she was laying the opposite way down the bed. If she hadn’t just rung me dry, the proximity of that mouth of hers to my dick would be giving me ideas.

“I’m going to sleep here.”

I cocked my arm, laying my hand down right across one ass cheek. “I’m not gonna argue.”

She laughed, the sound husky—probably from taking my cock to the back of her throat—and what I’d thought was about impossible a minute ago happened. My dick stirred.

She noticed. “Already?”

“I’m thinking your laugh could revive him from just about anything.”

She did it again and proved me right.

Then, she wasn’t laughing, because I put that revival to good use.

I learned something new about Kate the next morning: she wasn’t a morning person.

That was evident when I’d woken up ready to start the new day the way we’d finished the night before. I’d tried to wake her by kissing down her neck, and she’d promptly snapped the covers up over her head.

“That wasn’t very nice, gypsy,” I chastised.

Her voice was groggy and muffled by the blanket, but I made it out all the same. “My son is six. He doesn’t sleep in much. Until he’s dragging me out of bed, I am sleeping.”

I lowered my voice, trying to sound enticing. “What if I—”

Apparently, the voice didn’t do shit for her because she cut me off with a snapped, “Nope.”

Taking the hint, I let her sleep. If I didn’t, I was slightly worried it was going to be threats of violence next. Having her turn on me first thing might put a damper on the day as a whole.

Instead, I got up, grabbed a quick shower, and dressed in the change of clothes I’d grabbed before we’d hit Happy Jack’s. When I left the bathroom, I found Owen stepping from his room, rubbing his eyes, and headed toward Kate’s door.

“Hey, little man.”

He blinked sleepily at me, then said in a sleepy voice that reminded me of his mother, “Hi, Liam.”

“You want some breakfast?”

“Yeah. I was gonna get Mommy.”

“How about we let her sleep? I’ll get you breakfast.”

He shrugged. It didn’t seem to matter one way or another as long as he got fed. Smart kid.

“What do you want to eat?”

He scratched his head, his dark hair was sticking up all over the place. “I think there are muffins, but Mommy likes me to eat stuff like oatmeal or eggs. She says it’s important to have a good breakfast.”

“She’s right.” Not that I’d say different even if I didn’t agree. I didn’t have kids, but I wasn’t an idiot.

“I like Mommy’s breakfast, but Aunt Avery’s muffins are the best.”

“You’re right about that.” I’d been on the muffin train since he said they were in the kitchen. “How about we do both? I’ll make you some eggs and you can have a muffin.”

He looked up at me with wide eyes. “That’s a lot of food.”

“I’ll eat whatever you don’t finish.”

I was starved, not that it was anything new.

So Owen and I had breakfast, then went into the living room to watch cartoons. I even had him dressed by the time Kate woke up and shuffled out to find us. When she did, and Owen explained all we’d already done that morning, her grateful smile was the highlight of my day, and it wasn’t even ten o’clock yet.