With the party in full swing, I slip out of the penthouse and head down to Colt’s apartment. He comes in right behind me, pins me to the wall, and kisses me.
“This top,” he says, “has driven me crazy all night. Each time that bartender checked these out, I wanted to punch him.” He rips the blouse in half, tossing the ripped pieces to the floor.
“You brute,” I tell him. I jump into his arms and wrap my legs around him.
“I’ll show you brute.”
* * *
Hours later,we sneak back into the penthouse. It’s quiet and back to its pristine order.
“Go home,” I say to him. “And I don’t appreciate you ripping my blouse, you brute.”
“I’m not ready to let you go yet. I’ll get up and leave before anyone wakes up.” When I don’t agree, he raises both hands and says, “I promise.”
I’m pretty sure my dad and Cheryl know we’re together. They’re probably waiting for me to tell them.
“What about my blouse?” I ask.
“I’m a possessive man, Victoria. These,” Colt says, putting both hands on my breasts, “are mine.”
“No part of this belongs to you,” I say, gesturing at my body. I try to shove his hands away, but I’m no match for Colt. He snakes an arm around my waist, pulls my body against his, and savagely attacks my mouth.
He carries me upstairs into the guestroom where I take off my skirt and slide into bed wearing nothing but Colt’s jersey. He strips down to his boxers and pulls me into his arms.
“I love you,” he says against my temple.
“I love you too.”
SIXTY-ONE
I tightenmy arms around her and spread my palm on her growing belly. It feels bigger than it did just yesterday. She mumbles something in her sleep, pokes out her butt, and presses it against me. I could slide inside of her. She’s getting her sexual appetite back, and lately, it’s been like a sex buffet. On the nights that I’m home, as soon as Evan goes to bed, she’ll drag me to the bedroom and have her way with me. The second trimester is turning out to be my favorite one.
I hear a loud throat clearing, look up, and almost fall off the bed.
Cheryl Taylor and her husband are staring down at me. She’s smiling, but he’s scowling. I almost laugh. What more can I do? I’ve already gotten her pregnant.
“When you two are done pretending not to be together, come downstairs for breakfast. Everyone’s awake,” John says. Cheryl waves and drags her husband out.
“What happened?” Vickie mumbles. She sits up and rubs the sleep out of her eyes.
“We’ve been outed. Your dad and Cheryl have ordered us to breakfast.” I hop out of bed and send a text to my housekeeper, asking her to bring me a change of clothes.
“You were supposed to leave before everyone woke up.” She stands and stretches, exposing her lower belly. It’s definitely starting to show.
“My queen, my liege. Alas, I fell asleep with you in my arms.” I do an exaggerated bow. “Our bubble has burst. There is nothing we can do about it. Let’s shower and eat,” I tell her, having had enough of keeping our relationship and our baby a secret. “It’s time, baby.”
She groans and says, “Fine. I’m too nauseous to fight with you right now.” She takes my hand and drags me to the bathroom, where we share a shower.
When we emerge, my bag of clothes is on the bed waiting for me. “I was thinking,” I say while I rummage through it, “I want you at my game tomorrow.” I take out a shirt and a pair of jeans and after putting them on, I walk to Vickie and pull the towel from her body. She’s definitely starting to show.
“Fine, I’ll be there.” She rolls her eyes and playfully shoves me away.
I wrap my arms around her from behind and cup her belly. “I want to marry you. Soon.” I turn her around to face me. “Very soon. Next week soon.”
She pulls my hands off and huffs. “You can never have enough, can you, champion? Your rogue sperm attaches itself to my egg, and now you want to club me over the head and drag me down the aisle.”
I grab her chin and force her eyes on me. “I’m serious, Queen. I know we’re already a family, but I want to make it official and legal.”
