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Syd sat forward in her seat and peered through the windshield.

“Is this where your sister lives?” she asked, looking around. “It looks empty.”

“That’s ’cause it is empty. Come on.”

I grabbed the leash from the backseat, stepped out, and met Syd around on her side.

She looked from the house to me.

“What’s going on? Why are we here?”

I attached the leash to Sir’s collar and took him from her, letting him down so he could sniff around the yard. Reaching into my back pocket, I produced a set of keys and pressed them into Syd’s hand.

“Go in and check it out, Wild,” I told her.

Her eyes moved between the keys and my face.

“What?”

“The house, babe. Go check it out for me.”

She tilted her head, blinked up at me, then asked, “Why would I do that?”

I smiled.

So fucking cute.

Bending down, I kissed her while Sir was tugging on the leash.

“’Cause I’m renting it for us, and if you hate it, I need to know. Ink is still wet on the contract. Got time to back out if I have to.”

She gasped against my lips.

“What?” she whispered, pulling back and staring up at me as her hand lightly held on to my hip. “You got us a house?”

“Yep.”

“You …you want me to move in with you?” She leaned closer. “Really?”

“Yeah, Wild, really,” I replied, almost laughing at her shock because I thought where this shit was going between us was pretty damn obvious. “Want a lot of things with you and living together is one of them. Needed our own space and figured the way we’re moving, I’ll be giving you kids sooner rather than later and I want us to be settled somewhere before that happens. Somewhere you want us to be. You don’t like it, I’ll back out. You do? We have an option to buy down the road when we’re ready.” I swatted her left ass cheek and tipped my chin at the house. “So go check it out.”

She stared at me, mouth hanging open and eyes blinking rapidly.

“You want us to live together?” she repeated, leaning even closer and higher when she rolled up on her toes to stress, “For real?”

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered. “We’re together every night, Syd. Practically live together already, babe. I’m just making it so we’re living together someplace that’s ours.”

She fell back on her heels. Her eyes were watering fast and her lip started quivering.

Syd cried every time I did something for her. No matter what it was.

The first night I made the hot chocolate she liked and surprised her with it while she was waiting for me in bed, it took an hour for her to calm enough to actually drink it.

She couldn’t believe I remembered. I made her suck my dick for thinking I’d forget.

And by “made,” I mean she liked it so much her first orgasm hit with my cock down her throat and her fingers between her legs.

I had to reheat her drink twice that night.

Grabbing my face, Syd declared through a trembling voice, “You are way too sweet, Brian Savage.” She tipped her chin up. “Way too sweet.”

“Only to you,” I replied, looking at the house then back at her, asking, “You gonna go check it out or do you hate it?”

“I’m gonna go check it out.”

Fighting a smile, I bent to take her mouth, murmuring, “Good.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck, smashed her tits against my ribs, and took the kiss harder, sucking on my tongue and moaning a little before pulling away breathless, steadying herself then spinning around and taking off toward the house in a sprint.

I moved closer to the grass so Sir could do his business, watching my girl climb the stairs and step up onto the porch.

She walked the length of it slowly, taking everything in while running her hand along the railing, made it to the end, and stopped in front of the white wooden glider the previous owners had left behind and I kept there knowing Syd would like having a place to sit. She studied it like she was studying a piece of art in a museum, taking her time to appreciate it. After several minutes she turned her head to look at me and gave me a smile I felt all the way in my fucking gut.

Then she blew me a kiss and spun around, walked the length again and stopping at the front door, slid the key into the lock, opened it, and stepped inside, giving me one last look and a cute wave before she disappeared.

I breathed deep and turned to Sir.

“Think she’ll like the rest of it?” I asked.

He found a blade of grass he liked and took a piss on it.

I kept Sir in the yard for close to ten minutes then led him to the house, pushed the door open, and moved inside, letting him off the leash so he could roam around now that he’d done his business and I trusted he’d be good to go for a while.

He took off down the hallway, slid into a wall, shook it off, then disappeared into one of the three bedrooms.

“Syd?” I called out, dropping the leash by the door. After not getting a response, I moved through the empty house in the direction of the kitchen.

The house was a rancher-style home with three bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, and two bathrooms all on one level. The basement was unfinished with a roughed-in powder room.

It wasn’t much compared to what I owned with Jamie or even Tori’s place. You could probably fit five of these houses in the one I was moving out of, but it had a porch, a fenced-in yard for Sir that was decent sized, enough bedrooms for expanding, and it was close to both of our jobs.