Christmas with a Rockstar (Rock Revenge Trilogy 3.50)

A palm frond smacked against the window, making her jump. Outside, the wind was whipping the palm trees around, making the ridiculous lights the boys had strung dance and glow in a weird sparkle effect.

Only the Oblivion boys.

Because when Nick and Simon got together, they suddenly became fourteen-year old boys with a similar sense of humor. She’d been surprised when they actually asked Ian to help them. Then again, they had tortured the poor kid by making him go up the taller trees.

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He’d been game.

Even without Simon in his life, he’d been aching for a big brother. She could see it in every longing look on Ian’s face. She was glad Simon had been able to get past their less than fairytale beginnings. Their mother had scarred both of them in such profound ways.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

She turned toward Simon’s voice. Moving took a damn lot out of her these days, but she really did believe him when he told her how beautiful she was. For the first time, she truly felt beautiful. Maybe it was the hormones flooding her system to help Raine grow, maybe it was just the peace surrounding her little family. All she knew was she wanted it to last.

So much would be changing in the next few weeks. For the better, she was sure of it, but everything she knew would be different.

This, however, would never change.

She sat down on their bed, then held out her hand to Simon. He crossed to her immediately, worry etching his features. She teased her fingers along the tails of his shirt. “Hi.”

He brushed his fingers over her bangs. “Hey.”

“So, I was thinking.”

He smiled down at her. “Off to a good start.”

She tucked her forefinger into the loose waistband of his cargos.

His eyebrow spiked. “Very good start.”

She flicked open the button. “Pretty soon this is going to be a bit harder to do.”

“I freaking hope not.”

“You know what I mean.” She teased his zipper down. In true Simon fashion, he was already rising to the occasion.

He brushed his thumb along her lower lip. “I’m sure I can manage the doctor-prescribed resting time.”

“You did get the memo it would be at least six weeks, right?”

He swallowed hard. “Yes.”

She smiled up at him. “Didn’t get that far in the book, huh?”

“Of course I did.”

“Hmm.” She leaned forward a little and flicked her tongue around the flared head of his cock. “I think I might need a little something to remember this guy by.”

He closed his eyes, but they flew open as she took him deeper. She stared up at him, twisting at the base of his cock as he liked. Her man liked a firm hand. However, pregnant sex was much different than the crazy lovemaking they were used to. And Simon’s protective instinct actually overrode his sex drive. Something she hadn’t thought would ever happen in the entirety of their relationship.

He cupped her face and pulled her away from his cock, lowering his mouth to hers before he climbed on the bed behind her. He eased her back gently and curled around her on the fluffy duvet. He cupped her breast and groaned against her neck. “You don’t go without a bra.”

“I have officially surpassed anything I have. I swore I wouldn’t put on the nursing bras yet and…” She hissed out a slow breath as he cupped her. “I may just have to.”

“I certainly don’t mind access to them.”

“Do you ever?”