Solid: 2 1/2 (Twin Duo Book 3) Read Online Free

anymore. “Can we go now?”
    Paxton lifted my chin with his finger and kissed my lips. “Yes, I’ve got to get to work.”
    “You can go to work. I can handle the first day of school.”
    “I want to make sure they get there safe. Just appease me and let me tag along.”
    “You’re going to do what you want anyway. Go get them moving. We need to go. I’m going to get ready.”
    I felt his warm hand slide down the elastic in my shorts and cover my ass at the same time his tongue slipped between my lips. The emotions and apprehension I’d felt earlier were gone in an instant, a new sensation, taking its place.
    “Holy shit. Stop it,” I said with two hands, flat on his chest.
    “I’ll be over this way this afternoon. Maybe I’ll stop in for a quick lunch.”
    “I’m meeting Mi for lunch, remember?”
    “Yeah, and I still don’t like it.”
    “Mom, Phi spilled milk. Mom, Mom, Mom.”
    “That girl of yours,” Paxton teased, a soft kiss to my nose as I darted off, back to the kitchen and the mess.
    “Phi spilled her milk and now it’s all over my pants,” Vander whined from the door with his hand holding the wet material away from his leg.
    Paxton scolded Phi and rushed Vander to change. “Ophelia, I don’t have time for this. We needed to load up, five minutes ago.”
    “Go to work, Pax. I’ve got it.”
    “You’re sure?”
    “Yes, there’s no sense in you rushing around. Go to work. I don’t need you tagging along just so you can be grouchy when you’re stuck in line.” One more kiss to his soft lips and I was off, rushing Vander to change his pants while I scolded Ophelia and cleaned up her mess.
    I never saw the vision again, but the scar on my finger kept me from forgetting. I couldn’t explain it if I tried. I mean, I knew Paxton and I didn’t have the best past. I knew the things that he did, and I knew the way he treated me. This was different. This was a feeling that I didn’t want. The thought of Paxton being mean to me caused a sickness in the pit of my stomach, shook my foundation a little. I felt the way that Gabriella felt, not this one. That scared me, and so did Paxton. Again!
    “Oh, my God! Stop doing that,” I scolded when he reached around me to keep me from getting in the car. “Buckle up guys,” I coaxed while trying like hell to read the look on Paxton’s face. I failed.
    “You said the first day of school is always crazy. How do you know that?”
    My eyes looked up to his and I tilted my head, contemplating how myself. “Hmm. I don’t know.”
    “Don’t do this, Gabriella. If your brain injury is all better and you remember everything, just tell me. Don’t fucking keep me guessing.”
    “Seriously, Paxton? That’s where we are? Do you really think I wouldn’t tell you if I remembered who the hell I was? I’d probably research, killing your husband 101 or something. You don’t do this. I’ve never lied to you.”
    “Is that so? You never lied about what you heard on your private listening with Nick?”
    I shook my head and stopped the fight before it started. This was about to become an issue. Paxton couldn’t let it go. Every time he got upset with me, he threw it in my face, and I was sick of it.
    “I’ll see you tonight. Rowan has ballet at five. If you get done early enough, you should swing by and pick up Vander and Phi. I love you.”
    My quick escape with a kiss to the corner of his lips was stopped by both his hands, holding the door. I was trapped by his arms, the car, and his control. Sometimes being married to Paxton Pierce was more trouble than it was worth. Exhausting.
    “I’ll meet you there at five and take them.”
    I smiled and kissed his lips. “Good, they’re so bad.”
    That made him laugh and he opened my door. “Put your shoulder strap on, Van-Man. You girls behave. No fighting, and I expect full reports on how smart you all got today. Okay?”
    Although it was unnecessary, all three kids agreed to the informal presentation.