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JACQUELINE
Wolf was gone when I woke up, but it wasn’t long before he returned. After another round of amazing sex in his room, we showered. I dressed in the pants I’d been wearing, and he’d given me one of his shirts. I slipped on my flip-flops that he’d brought with him into the room.
Together, we made our way into the main room. The moment I saw Kale, I swooped him up into my arms. I missed him. I’m sure the others didn’t understand why I took him in my arms the way I did, but I didn’t care. I was ready to get back to the house and be with just my two guys.
My two guys. That’s exactly what they were.
Wolf made sure of it.
Wolf ended up wrapping an arm around me and telling Viper and the others we were heading to the house. Viper grunted something to Wolf I didn’t quite understand, but it was okay.
Fifteen minutes later, we were back at his house, and I told him I wanted to go to my studio for a while. I wanted to work on my painting at the same time, give him some time with Kale alone.
Mostly, I just wanted to finish my painting. I was halfway done with it, and I know I could get it done.
With a kiss, Wolf left me at the door and went back to the house.
Inside, I turn my radio on and start blasting Shinedown’s song “Her Name is Alice”. I felt like her sometimes, but with Wolf, it’s like my world was the way it was supposed to be.
Hours pass before I know it, and I’m putting the final touches on the painting. I’d been consumed by my art; I didn’t hear him come inside. I didn’t even see him approach or get behind me.
Not until the music is turned down and he murmurs in my ear, “Gotta say, Princess, if this is what you’re doing while blaring music loud enough I can hear it in the house, it’s worth it.”
Gasping, I swivel around on my stool, paintbrush in hand, and face him. My eyes widen when I see the paint I swipe across his cheek as I do so.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry.” I jump off my stool and reach for a rag, only to have him stop me.
“You paint me, I get to do the same to you.” He grins, taking the brush from me, and swipes it across my cheek.
“You did not just do that,” I breathe, watching him closely.
“Think I did, Princess.” He chuckles and does it again to the other cheek. “I’m thinking maybe I need to take up art. I know the perfect piece I want to paint.” He trails the brush along my neck while grinning. “Bet it would be a masterpiece.”
My breathing changes, and I’m ready to strip off my clothes so I can jump his bones.
Unfortunately for me, Kale takes that moment to start crying. We could both hear him through the monitor.
Wolf takes a step back, drops the brush with the others, and takes my hand. “Another time then.” He smirks and tugs me out of my studio. “That picture, though, Jacqueline, I love it.”
The very picture that I finished painting of him and Kale, both sleeping on the couch.
It had been such a beautiful sight that, though I painted it, I knew I’d never forget.
Just now I have it so I can see the memory of the first time I saw the two of them, father and son, just as it should always be between the two of them.