“Did you just… make a joke?”
He winked, and I had to stop myself from reaching out to see if this was actually Micah and not some look-alike.
“I’m just saying. I didn’t think you would be good for him. And I would have killed you the moment I got the chance.”
I shivered and put the beer down. Micah eyed the move but didn’t say anything. I faced forward, not wanting him to see the expression on my face.
Roman found my eyes then, and he looked between his brother and me curiously, though he didn’t seem worried.
He should be because I was right.
I knew Micah had looked at me like he wanted to kill me.
“Don’t worry too much about that now. You’re part of the family. And I always protect my family. So that means I will always protect you.” He paused, and I turned to look back at him in surprise. He just called me family, and I knew, judging from the light in his eyes, that he meant it. His gaze traveled down to my hand, once again curved over my belly. I stiffened. “You and my future niece or nephew. Congratulations.”
I couldn’t say anything to that.
“I’m guessing my little brother hasn’t figured it out yet.”
“How did you know?” I asked.
I had only found out I was pregnant yesterday. It shouldn’t have been a surprise, considering I came home one day to find Roman flushing my birth control down the toilet.
The fucker just grinned and looked me straight in the eyes as he did it too.
“By being observant. You’ve been clutching your belly protectively since we got here, and you haven’t touched a drop of alcohol.”
“So the beer was just a test?” I asked, nodding to the cup I had set down.
He laughed. “That’s apple juice.”
“Oh.”
He tugged on my hair playfully, surprising me. I picked the drink back up and took a sip, savoring the sweet and tangy taste on my tongue.
Micah stood up and walked away, shooting one last smile, which I thought was… charming.
Micah could be quite handsome if he smiled more.
Something told me that wouldn’t be the case.
* * *
We came backto the apartment a little after ten o’clock that night, which wasn’t surprising, considering this was a kid’s birthday party.
Roman grabbed my waist and pulled me into him, kissing me fiercely as soon as I closed the door.
“Fuck,” he said. “I have been wanting to do this all day.”
I giggled against his lips. “We had sex this morning. And you spent an hour eating me out. Haven’t you had enough?”
“Never,” he said seriously. “I will never have enough of you, so get your sweet ass into the bedroom, strip off your clothes, lie back on the bed, and show me that wet pussy of mine.”
Said pussy clenched from his words.
Pregnancy was really messing with my hormones because I found myself even more horny than usual, and I didn’t think that could be possible.
“Wait,” I said when he turned me around and smacked my ass.
