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Hold On (The 'Burg #6) Page 91
Author: Kristen Ashley

I opened my mouth to speak as I mentally told my spasming vagina to behave, but Ethan raced into the room and shouted, “Guys! Seriously!” so I didn’t get to say anything.

I watched Merry smile again.

I liked it.

Then I watched him move away, and after that, I participated fully as I went out with both my guys and had pizza.

* * * * *

“She does this sometimes, passes out in front of the TV.”

I heard that coming in a whisper from Ethan.

“I bet.”

That I heard as a low rumble up close, coming from Merry.

“I usually shake her real gentle until she wakes up. Then I help her make sure the house is locked up, the lights are out, and we go to bed.”

Again from Ethan.

“How ’bout you make sure the door’s locked? I’ll get the lights and get your mom to bed.”

That was Merry.

Me?

I was realizing I was curled up on the couch, my head cushioned by something warm and awesome, but it was not exactly soft because it was Merry’s thigh.

Shit.

I opened my eyes on a blink and saw Merry’s stocking feet on my coffee table. I slowly shoved a hand in the couch and pushed up.

“I’m awake,” I lied, poorly, seeing as the words were slurred.

“Right,” Merry muttered.

I tipped my head back to turn sleepy eyes to him.

The grin he aimed at me was soft and sweet.

Shit.

Total junkie for that look, that grin.

Hell, I was just plain addicted to Merry.

“I’ll do the door and the lights,” Ethan said quickly. “’Night, Mom.”

I turned my head, lifting a hand to shove my hair out of my face and seeing my son on the go. “’Night, baby.”

He also aimed a grin at me as he switched out the light by the couch.

I felt Merry shift and looked his way to see him taking his feet right before he bent deep and took hold of me. He lifted me up into his arms in a bride and groom hold right in front of my kid.

I woke up a little bit more.

“Merry.”

“I’ll get her to her room and help you, bud,” he said to Ethan as he negotiated the space between coffee table and couch.

“’Kay,” Ethan replied.

Merry kept walking.

I put my hands to his chest. “I can make it to my bedroom.”

“I’m sure you can,” Merry said but didn’t put me on my feet.

I rolled my eyes, which was about all I had time for before we were in my room (my house was tiny).

He put me to my feet by the bed.

“Get ready,” he ordered when I tilted my head back to look at him. “I’m gonna help Ethan close the house down for the night.”

“Whatever,” I muttered.

He grinned at me.

I stumbled slightly and annoyingly as I headed to my dresser.

Merry chuckled.

I rolled my eyes again.

I felt his presence leave and the truth of it was, it was late, I was tired (I didn’t get a lot of sleep on any kind of normal basis), life had been a roller coaster lately but we’d had a good night, the three of us, and right then, I was out of it.

So out of it, I didn’t have it in me to dig through my drawers and accomplish the colossal feat of finding sleepwear sexy enough for the first time I wore it around Merry (both our times sleeping together, we’d done it naked) at the same time being appropriate for me to sleep in with Merry and with my kid in the house.

Since I likely didn’t even own such a miraculous piece of clothing, I dragged out some drawstring pajama shorts, a tank, tugged off my clothes, and yanked them on.

I struggled out to the bathroom as Ethan was hitting his room.

“’Night again, Mom,” he bid me.

“Sleep good, kid,” I returned.

“You too,” he said then, “’Night, Merry. Can’t wait for waffles.”

“Me either, bud. Sleep tight.”

I glanced at Merry briefly, went into the bathroom, turned on the light, and shut the door.

I listed around doing my business, put zero effort in brushing my teeth (but I still managed to drag the toothbrush around), rinsed, spit, decided my makeup could stay on, and left the bathroom.

I hit my bedroom to see Merry getting up from the bed, shirt off, socks off, belt undone, and this made me partially rally.

The problem with that was he just grinned at me and walked out of the room, so his chest and the hair on his stomach with the arrow pointing to good things walked out of the room with him.

So I lurched to the bed, threw back my Janis Joplin covers, and did a face-plant in it.

I was snoozing when I felt the bed move, the dim of the lights on my eyelids disappearing completely because Merry turned out the light. Then he fitted the line of his lean, warm, hard body into mine, spooning me.

“Thanks for pizza,” I muttered sleepily into the dark.

He hauled me close with his arm around my belly.

“Shut up, brown eyes, and stop thankin’ me for everything.”

I ignored him.

“Thanks for gettin’ in Trent’s face and bein’ all cool even though you wanted to whale on him.”

His body started shaking.

I kept mumbling.

“Thanks for bein’ nice to my kid.”

“He’s easy to be nice to.”

I knew that, so I ignored that too.

“Thanks for givin’ up an awesome blowjob à la me to watch Fast & Furious 6 with my boy.”

“Just sayin’, that’s a debt you hold, baby, and I’ll be findin’ a time to collect.”

I looked forward to that.

It seemed I had enough strength in me to use my mouth to speak. But not to suck him off, no way, especially with my kid in the house, which was a shame (the not-being-able-to-suck-Merry-off part; my kid being in the house was never a shame).

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