Smirking, he shot back, “Gemma’s more than a spark. She’s a full-blown inferno.”
“You have no idea,” I muttered, my cock hardening at the memory of her on her knees for me. Thank God the lights were off.
Braxton huffed out a laugh. “We good?”
“Yeah.” I stretched out my legs, fighting back a yawn.
“So, now I have to ask . . .”
“What now?” I closed my eyes, sleep beginning to pull at me with the steady hum of the engines rumbling through the cabin.
I could hear the humor in Braxton’s voice. “With the way Norris was shoving his stick between your legs, do we need to pop off at a pharmacy and pick you up a pregnancy test?”
My bark of laughter was so loud that several grumbles and mutteredshhh’scame from all directions. I had to throw a hand over my mouth to quiet myself as my teammate doubled over in silent laughter beside me.
“Fuck. That was a good one,” I praised. “Give that one to Dakota to use in a book.”
“What in the hell are the two of you doing back here?” Maddox’s angry voice hissed from where he stood, his bulky frame looming over us from the aisle.
I hitched a thumb in Braxton’s direction. “It’s his fault.”
Maddox shot a death glare at my buddy. “It’s past midnight, and it’s no small miracle that my deathly-afraid-of-flying pregnant wife is asleep.”
That had both of us chuckling again, and our coach only grew more agitated.
“What the fuck is so funny?” he growled.
Braxton gasped for air. “Nothing. Sorry.”
Maddox’s gaze shot between the two of us seated. “Keep it down.” With that, he stalked back up the aisle, his dark form barely able to fit between the seats.
“Way to throw me under the bus,” Braxton accused, but his tone remained playful. “You’re lucky I didn’t tell him you’re about to be belly buddies with Bristol.”
“Isn’t that supposed to be Dakota?”
He groaned. “If I had it my way, yes.”
“If a charming guy like you can’t convince your wife to let you give her baby, what hope do the rest of us have?”
Whiskey eyes bulged. “Jesus, Goose. You’re throwing curveballs at me left and right today. Are you trying to get Gemma pregnant? You just met her!”
I shrugged. “What’s the point in waiting? She’s older than me.”
Braxton ran a hand down his face. “It’s too late at night to be having this conversation.”
“Wanna place a bet to see who can get their girl knocked up first?”
His head shook violently. “Nope. Absolutely not.”
“Aw, come on.” I elbowed him gently. “Could be fun.”
“You don’t marry a romance author and not know how much hot water a bet can land you in. Especially one that’s as life-altering as this one. Because it’s not a matter of if they find out, butwhen, and when they do, all hell will break loose. I’m not risking my balls over what you perceive as friendly ‘fun’.”
Folding both arms over my chest, I taunted, “Afraid to lose. I get it.”
“Goose,” he groaned. “Don’t do anything stupid.”
Didn’t he get it? Locking down Gemma permanently would be the smartest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life.
