Bring It Home (Nashville Assassins Next Generation 3)

“Boon, think this through. We can’t take everyone to dinner and end it with a marriage ceremony, and then boom! By the way, I’m pregnant. That’s too much information.” She peeks her head out, meeting my gaze. “Remember, my dad has the angina?”

I give her a dry look. “That angina was nowhere to be found when he popped me one.”

She holds back her laughter. “We’ll tell them after the Cup run.” I snarl my lip at her, but she just laughs as she goes back to showering. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

That perks my brow. “Will you now?”

“Yup. Loads of blow jobs are in your future.”

“A lifetime, if you will, since you’re mine forever.”

“Forever, ever?”

“Forever, ever,” I sing back to her, and I love how she laughs.

Her head falls back, and her shoulders move with the motion. I’m unsure if it’s because I now know about our baby, but I notice how much her body has changed. She’s put on a little bit of weight, but I blamed that on stress-eating with Wes since this Cup run has been no joke. He, too, has put on weight, but he says it’s muscle. It’s not. It’s the gluten-free Oreos and milk they consume and don’t share. Or the Red Hots he supplies her with. I don’t know when they became friends, but he needs to stop feeding her bad stuff. I refuse to let her get sick again; she is doing so well. But damn if she doesn’t look good enough to eat with the extra weight in her breasts and her thighs.

Mouthwatering. Just mouthwatering.

I’m not going to make it.

I try to distract myself by asking, “Have you thought of any names?”

I watch her pull her brows together. “I wouldn’t let myself. I wanted to wait for you.”

I swallow around the emotion in my throat. “Well, I’m here.”

Her brows relax, and a small grin pulls at her lips. “I love Lilly for a girl.” I nod as she puts her leg up and starts to shave. “Boon Shea for a boy.”

I make a face. “Lovely, his initials would be B.S. I’m not doing that to our kid.”

She snorts. “I hadn’t thought of that.” The bathroom fills with more laughter. “Shea Boon Hoenes sounds good.”

“I don’t know if I want to name my kid after me.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. Let him have his own name.”

She lifts her other leg. “We could mash our names together, like my parents did for Shelli.”

I’d never even realized they did that. Funny. Interesting. Huh. “Poon?”

“Shut up.”

“Bosey?”

“Are you done?”

“No, wait! Boonsey!”

“Okay, I get it. Not a good idea.”

I laugh as I lean on my legs, still unable to look anywhere but at her naked body. “I like Liam for a boy.”

She meets my gaze through the glass. “Aw, that’s a good name. Liam Shea.”

“So, we’re doing Shea, no matter what?”

Posey beams at me through the glass. “I love my daddy.”

I know she does, and he is a good dude. “Okay, I do like Lilly.”

She pushes the door back. “Well, we have months to plan.”

Water drips from her face, and without thinking, I stand up, closing the distance between us. I capture her jaw in my hand before my mouth covers hers. She brings her hand up, holding my wrist as our kiss deepens. She pulls back, her eyes full of heat as I take in a deep breath.

“I don’t want to be late.”

“I don’t give a shit if we’re late.” With that, I unbutton my shirt as her eyes widen.

“No! You’re ready!”

I throw down my shirt despite her complaints, and when my slacks hit the floor, her complaints are gone. She shakes her head as I gather her in my arms under the hot stream.

“I won’t apologize for wanting you.”

Her lips tip up a bit as she wraps her arms around my neck. “Good, because I won’t either.”

Our mouths meet, and we’re going to be late. But there is no one else I want to be late to our impromptu wedding with than her.

My lovely everything.

Everyone is here.

My mom and Wes, even though he didn’t want to come. Posey’s whole family, along with Aiden and Asher, who is here with Ally. I knew damn well they had the hots for each other. I don’t know why they tried to act like they didn’t. They even went and got matching tattoos. Also, they haven’t stopped touching each other since we arrived.

“I thought you two weren’t together,” Wes says, and I choke on my beer. Leave it to my best friend to call it as he sees it. “You’ve touched her everywhere but her boobs since you walked in.”

Asher’s face reddens a bit as all eyes fall on him. “Um, we are,” he says, taking Ally’s hand in his and kissing the back of it. “We’re pretty solid, huh?”

“I’d say so, tattoos and all…” Ally says as if she means to say more.