Chapter Seven
Claire smiled, listening to John snore as the sun started to set. He looked so much younger when he slept, like the years of fear and pain had melted away from his face, letting him look like the seventeen-year-old he really was.
She rested her head on his shoulder, listening to the pulse of his blood under his skin. She breathed in his scent, taking comfort in his closeness. It was hard to believe that only a few months ago, she'd hated him, but now she couldn't think of a way to live without him.
Amelia rubbed her eyes, sitting up to see her Knight and his Princess asleep in the seat beside her. She stood, stepping over to them and crawling into John's lap.
"Huh? What?" John shot out of his dream, halfway ready to kill something because it was a really good one. "Amelia, what are you doing?" He pulled her farther onto his lap, letting her rest her head on his chest.
"I'm tired." She yawned, wrapping her hands in his flannel.
Claire smiled, shaking her head as she saw how gentle the boy always became with the child. "You do know that he's my man, right?"
Amelia curled into his chest, mischief shining in her eyes. "He's my knight." She giggled, burying her face in John's shirt.
"Now ladies, there's plenty of me to go around." He chuckled, covering Amelia's back with his denim jacket.
Claire shook her head, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "There's not enough." She whispered, running her fingers through his short hair, the locks barely covering her fingers. "There never will be."
He closed his eyes, pleasure coursing through his mind at her touch. He loved the tingling sensation when her nails rubbed over his scalp, the feeling of her hands on him. He couldn't imagine what it would be like when they climbed into bed for the first time. He moaned as she pressed on a spot just behind his ear, leaning into her touch. "I fucking love you…"
Claire shook her head, giving his shoulder a hard tap. "Filter."
He opened his eyes, looking down at the child in his arms. "She's asleep." He leaned into her touch again, smiling as she massaged the back of his skull.
Claire shook her head, happy that John found such comfort in her little massages. She remembered the first time she'd touched him this way, how he'd flinched at the sudden contact of her nails on his neck. "You're suck a dork."
The tension left his muscles as she touched a pressure point in his neck, making him groan as she continued to rub his neck.
Tyler shook his head, laughing at the couple. "You'd think she was giving him a blowjob." He turned to Dominic, his smile spreading over his entire face.
Dominic smirked, remembering the nightmare that was Jessica under the bleachers. "I don't think he could get anymore enjoyment out of anything else." He chuckled, watching how his cousin acted like a happy puppy under Claire's touch. "Those two were made for each other."
Tyler nodded. "Wish I could find someone like that."
Kaylie turned in her seat, patting Tyler's knee. "You will." She smiled at Brian. "We all will."