Bonus Kisses - Freya Barker Page 0,88
up with our drinks. “Did you have to press the grapes yourself?” she grumbles, as our wine glasses are set in front of us.
“Don’t mind her,” I tell the waitress, making a mental note to tip her generously later.
From the corner of my eye I see the very unwelcome figure of Sheila slink by, curiosity plain on her face as she peers over on her way to the ladies’ room. Fuck. With my luck she overheard our conversation, which would mean more food for the Eminence gossip mill to grind.
I turn back to the table. “For the record; no, I’m not pregnant.” Too bad the gossip queen is out of hearing, but I can at least set my friends straight. Kathleen dramatically pats her forehead with the napkin she still has in her hand. “For now,” I tease, chuckling as I see her eyes go big.
Still grinning, I tell them about Sofie’s reaction to the proposed renovations this morning, and the resulting exchanges.
“The kid makes a good point. You don’t want to spend money knocking down walls and reconfiguring your bedrooms now, only to have to do it again when you get pregnant. That would be stupid,” Meredith lays out.
“I know. That’s what Rafe’s doing tonight; tweaking the design he sketched.”
“That boy is not wasting any time,” Kathleen mutters, right before she takes a swig of her wine.
“The way I see it,” Meredith responds soberly, “too much has been wasted already.”
“Good point.”
The moment the words leave my mouth, Meredith pulls out her phone and taps the screen. “Andrew? Can you come get us?”
“Already?” Kathleen whines when she ends the call. “I’m just getting my buzz on.”
Meredith leans over and puts a hand on her arm. “You have another ten minutes before he gets here; make good use of it.” I’m smiling when she turns to me. “Our girl needs to get laid.”
Kathleen whimpers, “Jesus, have mercy,” and tosses back her drink.
“You’re early.”
Rafe sets me back after welcoming me with a long, deliciously wet kiss.
“Meredith insists I get laid.”
He chuckles, grabbing my hips to tug me closer. “Are you drunk?”
“I didn’t get a chance,” I pout, making him laugh harder. “I wanted to, especially after Sheila showed her face at the bar.”
Rafe’s expression immediately turns serious. “Did she give you any trouble?”
“No, not necessarily,” I admit, “but that doesn’t mean she won’t.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well,” I drawl, a little hesitant to broach that subject, “she may have overheard us talking.”
“About?”
“Just girl talk, you know? Meredith said something about a baby making our story even more of a fairy tale. Then Kathleen overreacted and asked if I was pregnant. Loudly.”
The arms around me tighten. “And?”
“And judging by the way Sheila eyed me, I’d guess she heard that.”
“You’re not, though.”
“No. I’m not.”
“So what’s the problem?”
I let out a deep sigh. “Mom and Dad are going to church in the morning. We’re supposed to have dinner over there tomorrow.”
Mom’s call this afternoon to invite us had been a surprise. A pleasant one. The conversation was a little stilted, but I figure it will take more time for us to find a new normal. Regardless, I’m happy for the conciliatory gesture. Except if Sheila’s gonna stir the pot again, which I have no doubt she will, it means more fireworks at dinner. I’m about done with all the upheaval.
“I see,” Rafe acknowledges. “I’ll take care of it. Now,” a lecherous grin spreads on his face, “I believe you mentioned something about getting laid?”
My body instantly responds, tingling in all the right places. I roll my hips against his, my belly brushing his already hard cock pushing against his fly.
“The kids?”
“Asleep about five minutes after I put them to bed.”
“Mmm…” I hum, smirking as I look up into his indigo eyes, dark with lust. “I think I’m gonna head upstairs, get ready for bed.”
“Be up as soon as I take care of the dogs. Don’t you dare fall asleep on me.” To emphasize his words he lays a long, heated kiss on me before letting me go.
I run upstairs, two at a time, heading straight for the bathroom to freshen up. I wish I had something sexy to wear; a flimsy nightie or some lace underwear, but sadly all I own is plain cotton. Functional, but not exactly high on appeal. In the end, I slip between the sheets stark naked. My skin is the sexiest thing I own.
When I hear him coming up the stairs, I roll over on my side, my back to the