and shot his chances with her all to hell.
“That’s not what I’m askin’ for,” Bristol said, her eyes on him. “I told you earlier, I won’t ask anything of you, Keegan.”
He had no idea what he could possibly do to earn her forgiveness, but Keegan didn’t want her to do this alone. Nor did he want to only be part of the baby’s life. Like Kaden, he wanted to be part of hers. The three of them, together.
When his brain gave his legs direction, they actually worked, carrying him closer to her. He shoved the cheap brass coffee table out of the way and eased down to his knees in front of her. With her sitting on the couch and him kneeling on the floor, they were almost the same height.
His intention had been to beg her to give them a chance, but as soon as he was that close, he couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her. So he pulled her to the edge of the cushion, settled himself between her thighs, and fused his mouth to hers. To his relief, she didn’t push him away, didn’t act surprised. In fact, Bristol kissed him back, their tongues doing a slow, sensual slide, hesitant at first but quickly gaining speed.
Keegan’s entire body hardened in that moment. More so than it had when he’d danced with her a short time ago. There was no tension in her body now. Bristol was pliant, her arms wreathing his neck as she inched closer until she nearly fell off the couch onto the floor. Not that he would’ve allowed that to happen.
“Kaden…”
“Right here, darlin’,” he whispered, bumping Keegan with his knee as he moved closer to her.
Because he was inclined to share everything with Kaden, Keegan released her mouth, then observed as Kaden picked up where he’d left off.
“We should take this slow,” Kaden said when they came up for air.
Always the cautious one, his brother.
But he was right, they really should take—
“Or not,” she said, reaching for Keegan again.
Okay, yeah. What she said.
This time the kiss was explosive, a clash of tongues and teeth, the two of them attempting to make up for lost time. Keegan surged to his feet, Bristol’s legs wrapped around his hips.
“Bedroom,” he rumbled against her mouth.
Her arm moved and he assumed she was pointing out the way, but he wasn’t paying any attention, so he started walking anyway. He took the short hallway off the living room, grateful it was the right direction, and ended up in an empty bedroom.
“Other one,” Bristol said with a raspy laugh before kissing him again.
He made it to the other room, flipped on the light, and was glad to see there was a bed.
Nothing fancy, just a mattress and box spring, and not very big, but a bed, nonetheless.
Besides her, it was the only other thing they needed.
Chapter Thirteen
When she had come out of the bathroom earlier, Bristol had planned to send them on their way. When she was alone, she would’ve shored up her nerves and prepared herself to address the situation with them tomorrow. Or the next day. Within a week, for sure.
She had not intended to blurt out the news she’d been carrying around for the past few days. Ever since she’d broken down and taken a pregnancy test on Tuesday, Bristol had been a mess, but she’d managed to hold it together. Even after she’d made an appointment and the doctor confirmed what the little plastic stick had told her—yes, she was definitely pregnant—she hadn’t cried, hadn’t panicked.
But just one sympathetic look from these two and she was a goner.
However, she hadn’t expected that little revelation to result in Keegan carrying her to her bedroom, Kaden just a few steps behind them.
As much time as she had spent ignoring them, pretending she didn’t want them with a passion that made absolutely no sense, she had expected it would take some time before they could make it back around to even being friends. The idea of being lovers again … that honestly hadn’t crossed her mind.
But here they were, and not being with them wasn’t something she wanted to think about. She needed this connection because she’d missed it, missed them.
When Keegan set her on her feet, she dropped her arms, straightened her shirt. And when Kaden came around to join them, she turned to face him. Looking up, she saw the heat in his blue-gray eyes, the hunger that matched her own. But there was something else, something