I laughed. “Like what?”
“Like you won the lotto or some shit. You seriously look insane right now. You’re gonna scare Rasha half to death.”
“I can’t help it.” I laughed out.
He chuckled and opened the passenger side door. “Get in, you git.”
I grinned at that even more, making him roll his eyes and chuckle as I got in the front seat. Then I watched the view as he walked around to the other side. It was a good fucking view, too. It was nice seeing his entire body without that damn cloak on. His jeans were hugging his ass in all the right places. My mouth was suddenly dry, and my pants felt a little too tight.
When he got into the driver’s seat and saw me staring, he asked, “What?”
I shook my head because nothing that came out of my mouth would be appropriate with his kid in the car.
He tilted his head for a second, then lifted a shoulder and started the car. “You buckled up back there, peanut?”
“Yep.”
The drive to his house was pretty quiet, surprisingly. Rasha seemed like a quiet kid—or maybe it was just because I was in the car with them—compared to my brothers and sisters. Or maybe I just came from a family of loudmouths. That was probably it.
He parked in front of his house and opened the back door for Rasha. She started to bolt for the door, but he caught her, picked her up with a laugh, and said, “I don’t think so. You know the rule when we come home from the hospital.”
She sighed. “I haveta walk slow and sit on the couch.”
“You got it.” He swung her up into his arms, then glanced over at me. “Would you mind grabbin’ the bag?”
“Sure.” I smiled even though I couldn’t get over the fact that this sort of thing happened so often, they had a rule for it.
Once I had the bag, I followed them to the door, but Hiro stopped and frowned. “I have wards, and I don’t know if they’ll let you cross.”
“They will.”
He lifted a brow.
I sighed. “Okay, so I maybe have been stopping by like once a week to strengthen your wards here and the ones across the street, so the wards recognize me.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Seriously?”
“I had to know you two were safe.” My voice was quiet, and I prepared myself for the anger I was sure was coming.
But all Hiro did was sigh and open his door. When he waved me inside, I blinked at him, but went in. He got Rasha settled on the couch and motioned me to follow him into the kitchen where I set the bag on the little table. He crossed his arms over his chest and said, “How ‘bout this. You stop lying to me.”
“I didn’t—”
“Doing shit behind my back and omitting somethin’ is lying.” When I nodded in defeat, he continued, “That being said, I appreciate that you’re tryin’ to help. But you gotta stop doin’ shit without asking me first.”
“Would you have let me?”
“That isn’t the point.”
“Hiro, I don’t know if you realize who I am, but I have enemies, and a lot of them. If word gets out that I’m seeing someone or that I found my viramore, I can guarantee it will be used against me. I won’t see you and Rasha hurt because of it.”
He stared at me for a long moment before sighing and dropping his arms. “I understand that, but from now on, I need you—”
“I won’t keep things from you anymore. I promise.”
He took a deep breath. “Okay.”
“Can you make the same promise to me?”
He glanced into the living room where Rasha was watching some cartoon before refocusing on me. “Yeah, I’ll do my best.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.” He nodded and turned around to go through his very bare pantry. “I gotta find somethin’ to make for lunch.”
“How about I order a pizza?”
He opened the fridge before sighing again. “Yeah, okay. I’m gonna have to stop at the store at some point today.”
“I can run to the store so you can stay with Rasha, if you want?”
“You wouldn’t mind?”
I shook my head. “Just put a list together, and I’ll go after we eat pizza.”
“Alright. Thank you, Basil.”
“Um… can I strengthen the wards today while I’m here?”
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, fine.”
I smiled at his annoyance and moved closer to him until he had to back up against the counter. Then I went up on my toes and pressed my lips to his in a slow, lingering kiss. After a few seconds, Hiro seemed to melt a little. He spread his legs and grabbed my lower back to pull me in between them. Holding me flat against him, he buried his free hand—he’d taken his gloves off at the door, hell yeah—into my hair and deepened the kiss. Of course, he ended up taking control, but I honestly didn’t mind. In fact, I liked it. A fucking lot.
He held me there, kissing me deep and slow for several minutes until my stomach felt like a kaleidoscope of butterflies were having a party inside. This kiss was passionate and filled with so much emotion, I was overflowing with it.
My hard cock pressed against his as he spread his legs farther apart to make us level with each other. My hips bucked on instinct, but Hiro pressed on my lower back harder to stop me from moving.
At first, I didn’t understand, but then I remembered the little girl sitting like right there, so I kept as still as possible.
Giggling close by broke us apart. Hiro smiled against my lips, then leaned back, but kept his hands on me so I couldn’t move away. He chuckled as he faced Rasha and said, “What’re you giggling at?” The voice he used with her was soft and joking and made my heart flip in my chest.
“You’re kissin’ your boyfriend,” she said before giggling again.
Hiro snorted. “I am. We’re gonna order some pizza for lunch. You think your belly can handle it?”
She smiled widely. “Pizza!” She turned on her heel and rushed back to the couch.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I said with amusement.
Hiro chuckled again. “Yeah.” He moved his hand from my hair and grabbed my chin to bring my lips to his again, but this time he only lingered for a few seconds. Resting our foreheads together, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “You’re hiding my little problem.” He wiggled his hips so I’d feel his giant boner.
I snorted. “There’s nothing little about it.”
He barked out a laugh. “Glad you approve.” He pressed a quick kiss to my lips again. “If you move, she might see, but if you stay here with your sexy little body all up against me like this, there’ll be no gettin’ rid of it.” He pressed his cock against me again.
I groaned on a chuckle. “Definitely not if you keep doing that.” Leaning back, I glanced around the kitchen and grinned up at him. “Walk me backwards to the table.”
He snorted, then ran his hand into my hair again, cupping the back of my head. When he captured my mouth in a bruising kiss, I groaned and fisted his shirt in my hands so I wouldn’t lose my balance. He ran his other hand over my ass to my thigh, then lifted, but only for a second. He set me on a chair and bent over to keep kissing me. After a minute, he pulled away to sit in another chair, and I instantly missed the contact.