Vegas, Baby - Volume 2

“Who knew that the eyeglass-wearing lawyer wouldn't back down from the big lug?” Ariel mused with an impressed smile.

My cheeks warmed as I thought about Will’s take-charge attitude in bed. At first, it had surprised—and thrilled—me. Considering his alpha ways, I wasn’t too shocked that he held his own with my overbearing brother. “When it comes to Will, you definitely can't judge the book by its cover.”

“It sounds like you mean more than just the tattoos,” Ariel replied slyly.

Belle clapped her hands together. “Yes, do tell! And don’t skimp on any of the dirty details.”

“Yeah…” I leaned forward and paused just long enough to let them think I was seriously considering telling them about my sex life. “Nope.”

“Awww, c’mon,” Ariel complained, crossing her arms over her chest and scowling belligerently. “You’re our big sister. Isn’t it your responsibility to talk to us about the birds and the bees?”

“Nice try,” I snorted. “Not only was I there when Mom gave you the sex talk, but I’m also one thousand percent sure that the last thing either of you need is a refresher talk. You have men of your own who’ve more than aptly demonstrated waaaay more about sex than I would’ve covered talking to you about it. Or at least it seems that way, judging by how they can’t keep their hands off you even when I’m around and making gagging noises about it.”

“She’s not wrong,” Belle agreed with a pointed look at Ariel’s belly. “Since you’re already knocked up and all.”

“Like you have room to talk,” Ariel huffed. “Griffith didn’t exactly wait to get you pregnant, either.”

I flashed my sisters a smug grin. “There you go. You’ve both proved me right.”

“You’re no fun,” Ariel grumbled as she slouched down in her seat.

“I have to disagree with you about that.” At the sound of the deep, sexy voice, my sisters twisted in their seats while I glanced over their shoulders. Will was leaning against my doorway, holding a brown paper bag in one hand and a tray with two fountain drinks in the other. “I always have fun when I’m with Aurora.”

“Oh, I’m sure you do,” Ariel snickered.

Belle stood and crossed her arms over her chest, glaring daggers at Will. “You’d better not be implying that the only thing Aurora is good for is a bit of fun in the sack.”

“Yeah,” Ariel agreed, her smile wiping clean from her face as she jumped up to stand next to Belle. “What’re your intentions toward our sister?”

I stood so I could see around the wall they’d created. But Will just strode across the room, walking past my sisters to set the bag and tray on my desk before rounding it to come to my side. He wrapped his arm around me and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Hey, baby. I was hoping you weren’t too busy to take a break and have lunch with me.”

“Nope.” I gestured at my sisters. “These two aren’t even supposed to be here right now.”

“Great,” Will murmured before he kissed me as though he hadn’t seen me just that morning.

Belle cleared her throat, and when we drew back from each other, she waved. “Um, hello. We’re standing right here.”

“And we asked an important question that you haven’t answered yet,” Ariel snipped.

Will stepped to my side and scowled at my sisters. “Because it’s fucking ridiculous to think that the only reason I’d be into Aurora is for sex,” Will muttered, his hand fisting at my hip. “I’m in this for the long haul—love, marriage, and baby carriages; the whole shebang.”

“Marriage?” I echoed softly, staring up at him in shock. I didn’t want to address the “love” part of his statement with my sisters standing right there.

“Damn straight, marriage,” he repeated, shifting his stance so we stood chest to chest. “Where did you think this was headed? We’ve been having unprotected sex since our first time together. You could already be pregnant.”

“I think that’s our cue to give them some privacy,” Belle whispered. My gaze didn’t leave Will’s, but I heard the door shut behind my sisters after they left.

“I don’t know.” I shook my head, my mind reeling. “I guess I didn’t think you’d want to get married since you spend your days helping people get divorced.”

“Of course, I want to marry you, Aurora.” He cupped my face with his palms. “If anything, all the years of watching marriages fall apart have taught me every lesson there is on how to make one work. My intention has never been to break people up, but rather to make a potentially volatile situation happen as calmly as possible. Especially when kids were involved.” Will’s eyes darkened with anguish. He exhaled slowly and touched his forehead to mine. “I have always been a firm believer in marriage. And the one thing I know for certain is that it will only work if you find the right person.”