Rockstar Baby (Crescent Cove 6)

“Because of the baby?” Her voice sounded uncertain.

“No, the baby is just a bonus. It’s always been about you, Ivy. Always will be. Now it’s all just going a bit faster. We Irish know how to do the baby thing once we get going.”

“Is that right?”

I cupped her little bump where my entire future was growing. “This little one is a blessing and simply put our lives on fast forward. We would have gotten here no matter what. I believe that wi

th my whole heart.”

“You really know how to say the right thing when you get out of your own way, Rory Ferguson.”

“Words are my thing, my sweet ginger fairy.” I bent down to kiss her. In the dappled sunlight, there was nothing but her minty scent and soft mouth meeting mine. I slipped my hands under her sweater to get to her curves.

She pushed me back to get the sweater up and off of her. “My sweater is glorious and I don’t really want to take it off, but I’m sweltering.”

“I’ll be sure to let my ma know.” I drew her deeper into the trees and out of view of the people who seemed to be materializing by the dozen.

It seemed like there was quite the party forming now that the baby had made his arrival.

“Actually, maybe you better tell yourself. When I take you to meet my family.”

Her dark eyes widened as she tied the sweater around her waist. I leaned down to take her mouth again, but she wasn’t responding. “Meet your…” She pushed me back. “Me?”

“Well, you are carrying their grandchild. I’m pretty sure they need to at least meet you. And to be honest, I’d already planned on asking you to come to Malahide with me.”

“Malahide?” she repeated.

I nodded and stared at her mouth, my thumbs drawing little circles along the sides of her breasts. “Where I’m from.” I nibbled on her lower lip. “A little town just outside of Dublin.”

“I can’t think when you do that.”

“Good.” I covered her mouth, our tongues tangling. The craziness of the day, the euphoria of her saying she loved me back, the months in which I hadn’t touched her—they all coalesced until we were wild for one another.

I lifted her leg up so I could get closer to her. To fit my aching length against the softness I craved.

“I’d really like that,” she said against my mouth.

“What? Me inside you again? Me too,” I said as I nipped her lower lip.

“No.”

“No?” I drew back a little, though my hips still undulated against her.

She dug her fingernails into my belly. “Yes. I mean all of that, yes, God, it’s been so long. I mean, I want to go to Ireland and meet your family.”

“Oh, right. Of course. My ma is dying to meet you. Think we can talk about that later though? Talking about my mother while I’m trying to get into your pants is confusing and hurts my head.”

She laughed. “We can’t do that out here.”

“Right.” I held her tighter and pressed my cock to her warmth. “Of course not.”

“We have to go back and see Ian and Zoe.” She went for my zipper.

“Of course we do.”

“Maybe in a minute.”

“I’ve never been a minute man, Ivy.” She fisted her hand around me and I groaned. “I could be, but it’s a point of pride.”