Every Way (Brush of Love 4)

“Can you believe it took us so long to get these two to hang out with each other again?” Hailey asked.

“You would think we were asking them to run for president,” I said.

“Or become the pope.”

“Or summon the devil,” I said.

“Can you say devil so close behind pope?” Hailey asked.

“I think I’d be more concerned with the fact that we just attempted to relate the pope to the devil in the first place,” I said.

Hailey’s giggle fell from her lips, and it set my soul aflame with happiness. This night was perfect. Drew and Anna were dancing and enjoying each other’s presence again, I was holding the love of my world next to my body, and there was no stress to be found. I was glad we could be here to witness the two of them reconnect, but I was even happier that Hailey and I had finally taken a little slice of happiness for ourselves for once.

“Want to go dance?” Hailey asked.

“I thought you’d never ask,” I said.

Chapter 12

Hailey

I danced in Bryan’s arms as we swayed on the dance floor. Even though the music was upbeat and lively, it still felt good to swing in his arms. My back was pressed to his chest, and his hands were cupping my stomach. I could feel our child kicking against his hands, pulling a smile across his cheeks. With every kick our unborn child made, Bryan kissed my shoulder. This moment couldn’t have gotten any more perfect, and as I leaned my head back onto Bryan’s shoulder, I felt his lips descend onto my neck.

After a few songs, my feet started to ache. I could feel my movements sputtering as my knees grew weak. Bryan tightened his grip around me before he led me off the floor, and we made our way back to the booth.

We were about to sit down before I grabbed his wrist.

“You ready to go?” he asked.

“I think Drew and Anna are enjoying their evening, so why crowd them?” I asked.

Bryan’s eyes looked over my shoulder before a grin crawled across his cheeks. I had spotted them a few times on the dance floor as Drew spun my sister around. They looked radiant together like they had during the first double-date we had done. They were lost in one another the same way I would always lose myself in Bryan’s eyes, and I figured they would be none the wiser if we slipped out.

Plus, I could feel a warm bath calling for me.

“Let’s get out of here,” Bryan said. “I’ll take you home.”

“Such a gentleman,” I said with a smirk. “Will I get a kiss out of it?”

“Play your cards right, and you just might.”

I felt really good despite all of the things looming in the back of my mind. Part of me wished I could’ve had a few drinks to help settle my nerves, but it was going to be a long time before I could do that again. I planned on breastfeeding this little one from my breasts that seemed to keep growing and getting more sensitive with each passing day. There were days where I would step into a hot shower and squeeze them just to relieve some of the tension. Every single baby book I’d ever read warned me against that. They explained how that would just signal my breast tissue to increase its milk supply. But sometimes the pain was unbearable, and I had no other choice.

Either way, alcohol wasn’t happening for at least six more months. But probably more.

As we rode back to the house, my eyes traveled the length of Bryan’s body. I could feel myself heating up in his presence. I could feel my libido taking over my rational thought. In the glow of the moonlight, with his legs flexing as he drove his truck, he looked sexy as hell. The light scruff on his face that was tickling my neck while he kissed me sent shivers down my spine, and I could feel my pelvis tightening with want.

“What?” Bryan asked.

“Nothing,” I said. “Just admiring.”

I reached over and placed my hand on his thigh, creeping it steadily closer to his crotch. I felt him trying to back away from me, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. I started my massaging again as I pulled his girth to life. His backing away turned into a slow undulation of his hips, and I knew then and there that I had him.

We pulled up to the house, and the two of us stumbled out. I waddled up to the porch as Bryan followed behind, unlocking the door as fast as he could. We both pushed through and slammed the door behind us, making our way up the stairs. Our clothes were being stripped from our bodies as we left a trail of them in our wake, our legs stumbling on our way into the bedroom before we collapsed.

“Such a naughty woman,” Bryan said into my neck. “Teasing me like you were all night.”

“What can I-I say?” I asked. “You’re irresistab—oh, right there.”