“I just don’t think I can go through with it. I mean, I know I told you I’m constantly horny—”
“You were still begging for more after your third orgasm this morning.”
My thighs clench with the reminder, but I snap my mouth closed before I can tell him that maybe if he fucked me hard rather than just using his mouth and hands then maybe I wouldn’t feel like I’m missing something. But that would make me ungrateful because dear God, his mouth and hands are extremely talented.
“We can head back to the apartment and work on numbers four and five,” I offer as a joke, but he looks past my shoulder to the road leading away from the property, and I know he’s thinking about it. “You didn’t even give me the chance earlier to do that thing where I—”
“It’s not an orgy,” he interrupts, clearing his throat and shifting in his seat.
“It’s not?” Honestly, that was my fear when we first pulled up. Not only do I not want to fuck him in front of others or feel the need to join in on something like that, I was also concerned about his desire to do those things. I’d never be okay doing that again, and we wouldn’t be very compatible if that was something he’d require in his life.
“No, and I don’t know how to say that I’d hurt any man who saw you naked and kill the ones who saw the face you make when you orgasm without sounding like a complete psycho.”
I bite my lower lip to keep from smiling. “You don’t want to share me?”
“Fuck no,” he growls.
“You did once.”
“I’m well aware.” He doesn’t sound frustrated like I expect he would. “And if you don’t regret it, I don’t either. It brought us closer because of this right here.”
His hand presses against my stomach, and I’m kind of glad that both guys are just as obsessed with the tiny bump as I am. It makes me feel much more normal.
“I’m so lucky.”
“I’m the lucky one,” he argues. “I get you and this child? I don’t think life could get any better.”
“You’re an amazing man. Not all men would stick around for a child that isn’t theirs.”
“Many men are fools, and what kid wouldn’t be lucky to have two amazing dads?”
Now he’s going to make me cry.
“Nope.” He presses his lips to mine and wipes at a tear threatening to fall from my lashes. “None of that.”
“Something changed.”
His huge hand cups my jaw. “Everything changed.”
He presses his lips to mine once more before climbing out and coming around to open my door. I’ve never been in the presence of such a gentleman before, and it’s not just him. Jinx opens the door for me, too. Hell, so does Grinch when he’s on babysitting duty at the bar.
“What is this party for?”
“Just because really. Do we really need a reason to party?”
Cautiously, I take his hand. “I guess not, but I’ve never been a huge party girl.”
Not only did Jeremy not allow it but being pregnant doesn’t exactly leave much room for guzzling liquor and dancing on tables.
“This is more like a huge family barbecue than anything,” he explains, opening the front of the clubhouse and letting me walk in first.
Blessed cool air washes over me, and it isn’t until it nearly takes my breath away that I realize just how hot it is outside. The coolness on my skin should make me grateful but thinking about going outside for a party makes my stomach turn.
“Oh, Simone!” I grin, turning toward the yell just in time for Emmalyn to wrap her arms around me in a hug. “How are you? How’s the baby? Are the guys driving you nuts yet?”
Before I can answer any of her questions, she pulls me away from Rocker, swatting at him when he reaches for me again.
“Come hang out with us in the kitchen.”
Misty smiles, giving me a wave from the counter. “Hey! Good to see you. I’ll hug you after I wash my hands.”
“I appreciate it,” I say when I notice her nearly elbow deep in ground beef. “How many burgers are you making?”
“A million and a half,” Ivy says, squeezing my hand as she walks by.
“Not quite that many. Hi, I’m Gigi.” I look from the woman standing in front of me to her sister and back again. I knew they were twins, but