Broken (Otherworld 6)

"Exactly."

I laughed and leaned over the railing. "It's only three floors down. You wouldn't die."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

When I didn't answer, he growled, scooped me up and kissed me, teeth nipping my lip. I groaned and pressed into him...well, pressed the protruding part of my body into him, which really wasn't all that sexy.

"Damn," I muttered. "Even making out is getting tough."

"Just a matter of ingenuity. And repositioning."

He hoisted me up, putting my legs around his waist, and my arms around his neck, then moving against the railing. With his hands behind my back, he leaned me over the edge. I turned my head to look down at the cars passing below.

"You trust me?" he said.

I met his eyes. "Absolutely."

He leaned over and kissed me hard. Still awkward, but after about three seconds, I forgot that. I tried to forget too how much more fun this would be without the clothing barrier. That one was tougher, but you take what you can get, and this was pretty damned fine, feeling him hard against me, tasting him, hearing his low growl of--

A deep sigh. "Figures."

I glanced over to see Nick carrying an ice bucket of drinks and an armful of snacks.

"Don't ask me to leave," he said. "You have sex in public, you get an audience." He squinted over at us. "You're...still dressed. Great method of contraception, buddy, but I think it's a bit late."

Clay pressed his lips to my ear as he straightened me up. "You have my permission to throw him off the balcony."

Nick continued, "Elena getting shy in her maternity? Won't let you do it in public anymore?"

"It's not in public." Clay lowered me from the railing. "It's in a public place. There's a difference."

"Hey, if you were working up to the clothing-ripping part, go right ahead. I'll just sit back and enjoy the show. I have snacks and everything."

"Unfortunately, until this is over," I said, waving at my stomach, "making out is all you're going to see."

"You mean you can't have--?" He sputtered a laugh. "Damn, that's tragic."

I looked at Clay and jerked my chin toward the railing. "You want to take his arms or legs?"

"Oh, come on," Nick said. "So you can't have sex for a while. No big deal. Even I've gone without sex for a few weeks."

"Four months," I said.

Nick looked up from his lounger. "What?"

"If I go to term, I have four months left."

"Four...?" He looked from Clay to me. "Good luck with that."

Clay smacked the top of his head as he walked over to pull out the second lounger and motioned for me to join him on it.

"Better make sure it doesn't have a weight restriction first," Nick said.

I seconded Clay's smack.

Nick rubbed the top of his head. "Hey, don't take it out on me. I'm not getting any either. Of course, I'll be home soon, and then that'll change, unlike some of us..."

He ducked before either of us could smack him again. I settled in beside Clay. As I laid my head back onto Clay's shoulder, my cheek brushed his.