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CHAPTER 41

SIENNA

The rest of the day goes by in a happy blur. Zander helps me get the crib set up. We squish it into the corner of his room, and I can’t help glancing at his bed, knowing I’ll be snuggling up beside him tonight.

Is it too soon? I know it’s only a night or two, but it feels like we’re moving in together. It’s so fast and unexpected. Logic keeps hounding me to see reason, but…

It’s where you belong, a soft voice in my head reminds me, and this warm tingly sensation in my heart is louder than Mr. Logic and his judgments.

I’ve loved Zander for years, so in that sense, it’s not rushed at all. It’s more a case of “about damn time!”

“You good?” Zander takes my fingers, lightly playing with them and kissing each tip.

I smile up at him and nod, loving the way his arm sweeps around me and pulls me close.

“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” Zoey calls from downstairs, and I reluctantly let my man go and head down to see what our daughter wants .

And that’s pretty much my day.

Zander making me all mushy, and Zoey demanding my attention.

Teah and Grady show up around lunchtime and we eat together, laughing over Zoey’s antics as she puts on a show for her adoring crowd. Teah’s laughter is so sweet and amps Zoey up even more until she’s practically a performing monkey.

It’s an effort to settle her after that, and even quiet play isn’t enough. I know if Zoey doesn’t go down for a nap soon, she’s going to go full-blown Hulk on everyone.

She doesn’t settle easily, because she’s not used to Zander’s room and all these big people around. There’s been so much conversation and laughter, her poor little senses are on overload. It’s not a bad thing, it’s just an adjustment, and it’s one I hope she can make because I seriously love being at Football Frat.

I rock Zoey until my arms just about drop off. She battles me the entire time. In the end, Zander comes up to help me, but that just wakes her up all over again.

After a tearful meltdown, she finally drifts off to sleep, and I lay her down, holding my breath and praying she doesn’t wake up as I creep out of the room.

The door creaks when I open it and I freeze still, glancing over my shoulder, but finally my little girl is out for the count.

Thank God.

I creep downstairs and notice how still the house feels.

“Zander?” My call is so soft he probably can’t hear it, so I go in search of my man and find him in a small den tucked away at the back of the house. It’s set up like a library with a wall of books, a desk, and two armchairs on either side of a coffee table. In the middle is a chess set. This room feels so out of place compared to the rest of the house, but I kind of love how cozy it is.

My man is sitting at the desk, a laptop open in front of him.

“Hey.” I say it softly, not wanting to startle him.

Spinning around to face me, his eyes are bright with hope. “She asleep?”

“Yes.” My voice and smile are filled with relief, I can tell.

“You’re amazing.” He tips his head to admire me.

I brush my hand through the air. “She always falls asleep eventually. Sometimes it just takes longer than others. And it’s a new environment, so…” I shrug and look around the den. “Hey, where’s everyone else?”

“I sent them off. I wanted the house to be quiet for our girl, and they were all happy to go and do their own thing. Wily’s no doubt flirting with some chick at Java Jeans. Grady and Teah will be doing something romantic. Who the fuck knows what Carson’s doing, and I’m pretty sure Tyrell went to the library.”

“Thank you.” I smile at him. “That’s really thoughtful.”

“That’s okay.” He rises from his chair and saunters over to me. “Got to look after my girls.”

A giddy giggle bubbles in my belly. His girls. I didn’t realize how desperately I love those two little words until just now.

Curling my fingers into the back of his hair, I pull him toward me and kiss him full and slow. He’s got to know how much sentiments like that mean to me .

“Mmmm.” Zander gets into the kiss, his hands gliding around my body, then smoothly moving south to cup my ass.

He gives my cheeks a squeeze, and I nudge my hips toward him, silently letting him know that “Yes, he’s the sexiest man on the planet” and “No, I will never get enough of him.”

“You’re so fucking sexy, Sen. You always have been.”

I grin against his lips, licking a soft trail along his tongue before sucking the tip into my mouth.

“I don’t suppose we have time for…” He pulls back with a hopeful grin, and I laugh at his eyebrow wiggle before mimicking his expression.

“Unless you’re studying.” My voice has a teasing lilt. “I wouldn’t want to get in the way of that. I can just go and?—”

Zander cuts me off with a searing kiss, lifting me off the ground and walking us over to the armchair.

“Here?” I murmur against his lips.

“It’s not like we can do it in my room,” he says between kisses. “And no one’s home. I told them to be gone for at least an hour or two, so we’re good, baby. We are so good.”

Sinking against him, I let myself get lost in the moment. The temperature of our kissing increases by a few degrees—or a hundred—as the thought of having this man inside me again sets my blood to boiling.

“I love you so much,” I pant against his cheek before sucking his earlobe between my lips and working my way down his neck.

His hands are everywhere, gliding all over me, squeezing, teasing, igniting .

By the time I reach his collarbone, he’s lifting his hoodie off me, and I’m soon tugging at his T-shirt. Our naked torsos slap together, and I let out a satisfied groan. Sitting on his lap like this, straddling his powerful thighs, breathing in his intoxicating scent… I’m practically orgasming already and he’s barely touched me.

“You feel so good, baby,” I whimper against his shoulder as he unhooks my bra and makes quick work of nudging me back so he can suck my nipples and send me orbiting the moon.

Craning my head back, I moan and grind against him, the friction skyrocketing my heart rate as need and desire pulse through me in blinding waves.

“Gotta have you,” I whisper, jerking away from him and scrambling for the tie on his sweats.

He helps me out and lifts his hips so I can undress him. He’s soon bare-ass naked on the armchair, and the chess set is rattling behind me as I drop to my knees and go down on him.

The groans rumbling in his throat make me triumphant, and I love the way his fingers curl into my hair at the nape of my neck, his other hand cupping my head tenderly like I’m precious.

Sliding my mouth up and down his impressive cock, I do my best to make him feel good.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” he’s soon whispering and pulling me off him. “Wait, wait, wait. I want to be inside you. Please. Is that okay?”

I wipe my glistening lips and grin. “Of course it is.”

“Condom,” he rasps, pointing to his sweats on the floor. “I’ve been carrying a few on me ever since our night together. ”

I laugh and crawl over to his pants. Scrambling in his pocket, I pull out that lifesaving square and get myself a little love tap on the butt.

Zander’s soft slap makes me laugh, and I glance over my shoulder at him, hoping I’m looking sexy enough as I pinch the packet between my teeth and slowly crawl back to him.