The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper
Chapter 95

Chapter 0095

The relationship between Dad and Mr. Nelson is practically a brotherhood. talk together as equals, laughing and joking at the other’s expense, exactly as you would expect brothers to do. It’s a new and different side to my father that I haven’t seen before. I like it.

Cara is as surprised as I am that my father had to convince my mother to date him, and I silently curse Mr. Nelson for bringing up the way she–wolves are drawn to powerful wolves. Cockblock much Clint?

When my dad says he had the jewelry set made for mom that gave me the idea for the jewelry set for Cara, I can’t believe it. I hadn’t really thought about where it had come from, it just always reminded me of mom’s eyes which gave me the idea for Cara’s.

I love that while I’m talking, Artemis pushes forward to show off the allu eyes that I’m talking about. Kai pushes forward too. He wants to make sure Artemis knows he’s all in with me.

Mr. Nelson’s comment about ‘like father, like son‘ makes me proud. My father is a good Alpha, a good mate and a good father. I really do hope to live up to his high standards when I’m Alpha.

Listening to Mr. Nelson talk about how he had to convince Lily Nelson to date him too, gives me hope for Cara and I. I know we’re mates, even though she doesn’t. They would have known before Mom and Lily as well, and it all worked out in the end.

There’s a brief pause while we clear plates and get dessert. Dad brought a pie that Mom made. “What kind of pie did Mom make this week?” I ask.

Cara pulls it out of the fridge and sniffs it. “Smells like peanut butter?” It’s a question, not a statement.

I walk up behind her, sliding my arm around her waist as I lean in. “Yep, peanut butter. I love Mom’s peanut butter pie. Should we make some coffee?”

She shows me where everything is for coffee and I start a pot brewing, while Cara starts washing up dishes. Our dads have stayed in the dining room, continuing to reminisce about the good old days, so it’s just the two of us in the kitchen.

There is something almost intimate about us moving around each other, being together like this. I realize, I want this. This life, this domesticity, this intimacy with Cara. For a moment, I can hear the sound of the tv in the other room with

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cartoons, hear the pitter patter of little feet running through the kitchen as we move around them and each other cleaning up. I want it all and I want it with this woman.

I so overwhelmed with the feelings inside me, I can’t help myself. I go to her, take her soapy hands in mine and turn her to me before cupping her cheek and kissing her with passion. I pour everything that I’m feeling into that kiss. I want her to feel how much I want her, not just today or tomorrow, but forever, for always.

I’m lost in her scent, her taste, the feel of her lips against mine. I nip at her bottom lip seeking entrance until her lips part and I slide my tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss. One hand slides into her soft hair, while the other pulls her tightly against me. I never want this kiss to end.

I’ve forgotten everything but her until I hear the sound of someone loudly clearing their throat. I’m suddenly brought back to reality and realize that I’m kissing Clint Nelson’s daughter with a passion no parent wants to see right in front of him. And not just him, my father as well.

I slowly pull my face away from Cara’s, only now realizing that her hands are gripping the front of my shirt, holding me close and one of my legs has slid in between hers. We’re practically wrapped around each other. Cara opens her eyes. They are dazed and her lips are puffy from my kiss. She’s never looked more beautiful.