She fluttered her eyelashes at me .
“Too many clothes for the kitchen ?”
I nodded solemnly .
“You are always wearing too many clothes. Except in public.” I squeezed her. “In public you would start a riot .”
“I think I’m a little too shy to get naked in the kitchen, Dev. What if someone walks by or looks in the windows ?”
“I have the solution to that particular problem …”
“ You do ?”
“Yes, sweetheart. I do .”
I lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom .
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Kaylie
D evlin set me down on the bed and immediately started taking his clothes off. I had to hide my laugh. He was so funny !
The man always wanted to screw. It didn’t matter what time of day or night, if we were alone for five minutes, he started trying to take my clothes off .
Of course, I never complained when he took his clothes off… he was the sexiest man alive, after all .
“Strip, woman !”
I opened my blouse the rest of the way. I loved the way Dev made me feel when we made love. But I had something else on my mind .
“I can’t stop worrying about Becky. I hope she’s alright .”
“We’ll get them tomorrow. Right now you have something much more pressing to worry about .”
I giggled as he pushed down on his erection through his boxers. He was very, very well endowed. Not that I’d ever even seen another one in real life. I hadn’t needed to, once he claimed me .
It seemed like Dev was always hard. He said it was just when I was around .
No wonder I’d gotten pregnant without even trying! All I’d done was go off the pill after graduation. Two months later and my breasts started hurting. I’d peed on a stick and poof, here we were .
I shimmied out of my denim shorts .
“Okay, but not too rough .”
He was immediately concerned, staring at me with a worried look .
“Why not? Are you feeling okay ?”
I gave him a secret smile, wondering if this was the moment .
“ We are .”
“We ?”
He froze in place, where he was crawling over my body in the bed. I nodded, my smile getting bigger .
“Me. And the baby .”
Devlin leapt off the bed .
“Oh my God, I was about to- I could have squished it !”
I laughed at him .
“You’re not going to squish it. It’s barely even the size of a kiwi .”
“ A what ?”
“Um… a really big lemon .”
“You mean, like an orange ?”
“A small orange? But more oval ?”
“Did you see it? Did you go to the doctor yet? Is it okay ?”
I shook my head .
“The appointment is on Tuesday. Did you really think I would go without you ?”
He was pacing back and forth, looking worried. Then he stopped, his face full of wonder .
“A baby? Really ?”
“I thought if it was a boy, we could name him after your brother .”
His eyes filled with tears .
“I would love that more than anything.” He smiled at me tenderly. “Except a daughter. Because I would love her too .”
He climbed onto the bed and pulled me into his arms .
“You’re giving me a baby .”
I snuggled against him .
“Yes. I am. But I can’t take all the credit. You did have something to do with it too, you know .”
He leaned on his thick arm to look down at me. I loved the way his tats and road scars stood out against the tan skin and blond hair on his forearms .
“Then I’m going to give you something first .”
“What ?”
He kissed my neck .
“An orgasm .”
I giggled breathlessly .
“ You are ?”
“Oh yes. At least one .”
I watched as he kissed his way down my body and settled between my legs .
Devlin was true to his word .
He gave me more than one .
He gave me three .
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Becky
I came down the stairs in my slightly rumpled, but still pretty cute, dress. Whiskey was cooking breakfast and it smelled amazing. I inhaled deeply in appreciation. He’d let me sleep in and then demanded that I take a long, hot shower .
I was more than happy to oblige him. Everything felt different out here. Eliza was safe and taken care of. I almost felt like I was on vacation .
And Whiskey and me were together again. I smiled happily, leaning against the collumn in the middle of the room .
“That smells delicious .”
Whiskey wiggled his brows at me and I laughed. I’d been so nervous about telling him my secret. Even more worried about trusting him again not to hurt me. But he hadn’t been angry .
He’d been overjoyed .
The man was positively glowing with happiness. He had been since the moment I’d told him about our baby. He’d even talked me into a midnight swim. In between making the bed bounce, of course .