show each other with our bodies how we feel, it somehow means so much more.
“Family,” he repeats, his mouth brushing over mine. “I love you more than words could ever be enough to explain. Your bills—”
I press my mouth to his. At this point, who cares about the damn bills.
I’ve felt his love through his body, through his actions, through the way he looks at me, but he’s never said the words. I’ve never said the words to him either, and now that just seems silly because I’ve loved him for months, and I know he’s felt the same.
“Mmm,” he groans into my mouth, holding my face in his palm like I’m the most precious thing in the world.
“I love you, too,” I whisper when we come up for air.
For such a strong, sturdy man that needs to be seen as an unstoppable badass, he doesn’t even bother to swipe at the moisture forming on his lower lashes.
“Yeah?” His grin is wide enough to split his face.
“Of course.”
He kisses me again and doesn’t stop until we’re close to suffering from dehydration due to the orgasms.
Chapter 39
Rocker
“Who told you this was a good idea?”
Simone doesn’t turn around to face me, and I can’t help but smile behind her back.
Her due date was three days ago, and she’s managed to convince herself that she’s going to be pregnant for the rest of her life. She’s so tired and uncomfortable, I haven’t even mentioned my desire to put baby after baby in that amazing body of hers. I don’t think it’ll go over exactly how I’d like it to.
“The other stuff hasn’t helped,” she mutters as she pours near-boiling water into a coffee cup.
“You hate raspberry,” I remind her. “Do you really think the red raspberry tea is going to suddenly make that stubborn boy decide to join us?”
“The spicy foods only gave me indigestion.”
“They’ve been doing that your entire pregnancy,” I mutter, too low for her to hear.
“I can’t even stomach the idea of castor oil.” She gags for emphasis. “Nipple stimulation worked more for you than it did for me.”
I groan at the memory of yesterday. “Play with my tits,” never sounded so good coming from her mouth.
Of course, it ended with her irritated and still pregnant, and she just rolled her eyes when I had to leave the room to take care of myself in the bathroom.
“What about all of that sex you said would work when we were dating and not having sex? I distinctly remember you telling me that copious amounts of sex would prepare you for labor.”
She turns her head, glaring at me over her shoulder. “Not happening, buddy.”
All I can do is smile at her pretty face. Our lives have been filled with twice-a-day sex for months and then a couple weeks ago she woke up and was too tired and miserable. I held her that day, rubbed her feet, and massaged her shoulders. Now that has become our morning and evening routine. Maybe most men would be upset having their sex life come to a complete standstill in the matter of hours, but it hasn’t even bothered me. As cheesy as it sounds, just having her close, being able to touch her skin, and breathe the same air as her is enough.
“Gross,” she mutters after the first sip of tea, and then her eyes are back on me again.
“Nope, don’t give me that look. That tea being nasty is not my fault. You made that decision independently.”
Her eyes narrow, but her mouth only opens to take another sip. I turn away so she doesn’t see my grin because that would surely set her off. Avoiding her mood swings has become an Olympic sport in this house, and since I’m the smarter one, I’m winning with Jinx coming in dead last.
“Why are you drinking that shit if you don’t like it?” Jinx says as he walks into the room and notices Simone’s reaction to the tea. “Hey, baby boy. Are you comfortable in there?”
Neither Simone nor I bat an eyelash as he bends low, speaking the words directly to her stomach. It’s become part of the daily routine around here.
“The tea is supposed to help induce labor,” she explains.
“I read that lots of sex helps.” Simone rolls her eyes. “What? I’m just trying to help since the nipple stimulation didn’t work.”
She glares at me, and that’s how Jinx inches forward in the race. He’s constantly throwing me under the bus.