I want this baby. That I want this baby with you. That I want you. I was just trying to get my life straightened out before I started making demands.”
“Making demands?” I asked, feeling my heart rate accelerate.
He pulled a roll out of the basket and started to butter it. The moment he was done, he handed it to me.
I took a bite and was just about to swallow after chewing when I nearly choked due to his words. “I think you needed the time just like I did. You told me you needed me to come to terms. But I think that you needed to come to terms, too. And I was serious earlier. I think that we should move in with each other. We already know we’re compatible.”
Oh, we were compatible.
We were more than compatible.
“What if you can’t stand me?” I asked. “What if I do things you don’t like?”
“What if you can’t stand me? I haven’t had to live with anyone that I actually gave a fuck about in a really long time. You may think I’m annoying as fuck and leave me… but you won’t know until you try,” he countered as he urged me to take another bite of the roll.
It was very good.
I took another bite and listened as he spoke. “And there’s no other way to know if we like each other at this point but to bite the bullet and move in. If nothing else, you can always go back to your brother’s place if you decide I’m annoying.”
I didn’t know what to say to that.
On one hand, he had a point.
But…
“We could get to know each other by, you know, dating,” I pointed out.
He snorted. “I think we’re a little bit past that. I did hard time because I beat the shit out of the person that was set on raping and beating you to death. You and I are now expecting a child. I’m not sure how we can put the horse back into the barn, but if you really want to try…”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever.”
“So you’ll move in?” he asked, sounding hopeful.
“I’ll move in if you do me a solid and not laugh when I freak out about ghosts,” I conceded. “Because I bet your place has them. And I’m going to have to come to terms with that.”
“I heard that his place was haunted,” Bellini said as he gathered a roll and pulled up a chair, obviously having listened to at least part of our conversation.
The waitress moved in beside him and stood between Bellini and Sin. “Can I get y’all some appetizers?”
As she asked this, she leaned forward and handed me a menu, only her eyes were so focused on Sin that she didn’t realize that she was knocking my glass of tea over until it was already being poured into Sin’s lap.
Sin cursed, and with nowhere to go, he ended up getting a lap full of tea and nothing to do about it.
“Oh, no!” the waitress said, reaching for the conveniently placed stack of towels that were on the edge of our table. “Let me help…”
She started to reach toward Sin’s lap with her stack of napkins and I placed my hand on his lap, fingers splayed over the supple flesh that I could feel there—even soft he had a lot of heft to him—and glared.
“I think we can handle cleaning him up,” I told her. “Now, kindly remove yourself from his dick.”
The waitress paused, her eyes wide, and stared at me in shock as if she couldn’t quite believe that I’d just told her to step away from his dick.
“I’m… I’m sorry.” She looked from Sin to me to Bellini and back. She even spared a quick glance for the other two brothers who were now laughing in amusement.
Whether it was due to the fact that I told the whore to step away from his dick, or because Sin had a drink poured into his lap, I didn’t know.
What I did know was that the dick underneath my hand was growing, and I was having a hard time not flushing with excitement.
I reluctantly pulled away, but not before my fingers brushed against the broad head of his cock that was now a little further down the length of his jeans than before.
“I’ll go get a towel to clean everything up,” Bellini murmured. “Tandy, you go and get a mop and her another tea, please. Then ask Beth to take this table over.”