Page 150 of Tethered

Even knowing what I’m in for, I make Marlowe come for me twice, tugging her head back by her hair and staring right into her eyes as she does. I’ve never known a femme who scares me as much as she does, and the things she does to me in bed should be illegal, but I enjoy riling her up.

She flops against me, sweaty and breathless, and I kiss her damp temple, wrapping her up in my arms. “I suppose I have to go and compromise,” she grumbles into my neck.

“Unfortunately, so.”

“You’d better not let our son get abducted again, Captain.”

She gazes up at me with so much love that I lose the ability to breathe for a moment. My heart slowly turns over on itself. Every time Marlowe refers to Vee asours, it feels like I’m dreaming—except I know I’m not, because I could never have imagined anything as perfect as this.

They’re mine, just as I’m theirs. I still don’t know if I’m worthy of happiness, but I’ve got it, whether I deserve it or not.

I smile against her lips. “I’d rather die.”

“Well, don’t do that.”

We fall back onto the bed, laughing, and take a few moments together before we go out and wrangle a pissed off teenager.