Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
"Just because I can't drink doesn't mean you can't," I whisper to him.
He wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me in closer. "Nah, it only seems fair. You're sacrificing a lot for our baby, and I don't want you to feel alone."
“I don’t because Hadleigh and Ivy aren’t drinkin’ either.” I glance at his charming grin. "But you're too sweet for your own good."
"Just what every man wants to hear when they aren't gettin' any," Knox says, interrupting our private conversation.
"Do you ever go away?" I snap.
"No, ma'am. I'll be your pain in the ass brother for as long as I live."
"Ugh, God. Why do you have to make it sound like a death sentence."
"Because it is," Kane adds.
The room erupts with laughter. Even Hadleigh joins in although she's trying to act like it’s not funny. She's well aware of Knox's behavior. Hell, she chose it.
Ivy sits next to me, and Kane cradles her to his chest, palming her belly and whispering in her ear. Her cheeks blush, and I hate that I'm jealous. They are too damn cute for their own good.
After Payton made it clear he wouldn’t cross the line anymore, I've been dreaming about him nonstop.
By midnight, everyone’s tired, and we make our rounds to say goodbye. My mom and aunts help Grandma clean the kitchen while the guys pick up the wrapping paper.
"Take care of my great-grandbaby," Grandma says, rubbing my belly.
"I will. See ya soon." I give her a hug, then wait for Payton so we can walk out to his truck.
"You gettin' tired?" he asks.
"Actually, not really. I think I'm getting my second wind."
He laughs, helping me into my seat. "Wanna watch a movie before bed?"
I smile. "Sure."
As soon as we get home, he tells me he's going to change into something more comfortable, and I do the same.
Except I don't put on baggy clothes like I typically do. This time I'm going to try something different.
"What’re ya doing?" Payton asks when I walk into the living room twenty minutes later in nothing but a thin tank top and booty shorts. My makeup and hair are still done from the party, but I'm hoping he'll help me mess it up.
The last time I tried to seduce him, he used the it'll complicate things excuse. But after months of nonstop sexual tension, I'm tired of holding back.
"What do you mean?" I ask as I sit next to him on the couch.
"You warm or somethin'?" His eyes land on my chest, then lower down to my legs. "I can change the temp."
"No, I'm comfortable, actually. Though my vibrator died before I could finish, so I'm kinda mad about that."
He pauses for a beat before asking, "What kind of batteries does it take?"
"It's a rechargeable one, but the cord fried. Now I have to order another one and wait for it to come in."
He uncomfortably scratches his cheek as he processes what I've said. I'm hoping to finally make him snap.
"You could help me out until it arrives?" I wager, ignoring the TV show on the screen and hoping he will too.
"Kate..." His deep warning tone sends shivers down my spine.
"I can't help that my hormones are going wild right now. It’s nearly impossible to get myself off anymore. What would you rather have me do? Ask you or some stranger at a bar?"
"You're not going to a bar at six months pregnant."
"Well, I wouldn't drink! I'd just find the first lonely man and ask him to take me home and fuck me raw."
"That's not happenin' either." His jaw ticks as he stares me down. "You're tryin' to push my buttons."
"That’s not true." I flash him an innocent smile. "You haven't gotten laid since we stopped havin’ sex, so I know you probably need it too," I add.
"I've gone longer than that."
"So what do you do in between? Jerk off in the shower? Or are you a whack off in a sock kinda guy?"
"Jesus Christ, Kate." He repositions himself on the couch as if he's waging a war with himself.
"It's just a question. You don't gotta get all squirmy."
He licks his lower lip as if he's contemplating what to do. I'd almost feel bad, but I know he wants this too. We've been dancing around each other for far too long, and my body misses his touch. Having him watch last month wasn’t enough to make him crack, so I’m trying a different strategy.
After seeing how easy he fits in with my family and how great we’d be together, I'm tired of ignoring it. And I know he has to be too.
"What if you just give me your hand, and I'll use it on myself instead?"
"You can't use your own?"
"I can't reach down there as easily anymore. I have this whole baby bump thing goin' on, which is why I needed my vibrator."