Claiming her mouth with another bruising kiss, I scrape her full bottom lip with my teeth, swallowing her moans of pleasure to keep them for myself.
“Who are you?” I whisper against her mouth.
“Your wife,” she whispers back.
TWELVE
OCTAVIA
Lunch is…weird. After Knight kissed me until I was a ball of horny goo, he pulled me onto his lap on the couch. Nero returned with a huge platter of food he’d clearly taken from the bakery, and we spent the next hour not talking about the fact that Knight and I have gotten married.
“Do you need to leave Octy your car while we’re on shift?” Nero asks Knight. “You can ride with me if you want.”
“I’m not on shift,” Knight says, lifting a tiny macaron from the platter and holding it up to my lips.
“What? Why?” Nero questions.
“They’re on their honeymoon, obviously,” Tori quips.
Arching an eyebrow, Nero squeezes something in his hand, and Tori freezes, her eyes rolling for a second before she closes them and inhales sharply.
“I am on a six-month leave of absence, but I have no plans to return to the team,” Knight says robotically.
It doesn’t matter how many times he says it, I still struggle to believe he’s so willing to walk away from a job he loves, just to follow me around all day. After the revelation of his owning a huge security company, I guess it makes sense why he can give up his job and not worry about money, but still, he callshis teammates his brothers. Surely it can’t be as easy as he’s suggesting to just walk away.
“Leave of absence? This is the first I’m hearing about this. Does Buck know?” Nero asks.
“Yes, I spoke to him before I flew to Rapid City to collect Octavia. I have enough paid vacation time to cover my notice period, so my time with the smoke jumpers ended on our last shift together.”
“Are you guys pregnant or something?” Nero asks, clearly confused by Knight’s decision to leave a job he loves.
“No,” I say at the same time Knight says, “Hopefully.”
“I’m not pregnant, Knight,” I tell him again, reminding myself to check when my next birth control injection is due to make sure I don’t miss it.
“My sperm count is very high,” Knight announces.
“My birth control is thankfully very effective.”
“You guys are cute,” Tori says, smiling softly. “If Nero was talking about getting me pregnant, I’d be freaking out. Octy, you’re a better woman than me to be so calm.”
“How do you know I’m not plotting to get you pregnant?” Nero asks her.
“Because you’re too busy plotting to convince me to marry you.” She laughs.
“I’ve stopped trying to convince you. We’re getting married, Sunshine, and then I’m going to keep you pregnant for the next ten years.”
Tension fills the air as I wait for Tori to either lose her shit or potentially spontaneously orgasm, but instead, she just rolls her eyes and wafts her hand at him. “There are no wedding bells in our future until you convince all of my brothers to give you their blessing.”
“The twins are fucking menaces. They don’t have a problem with us getting married. They’re just fucking with me,” Nero growls.
“How many brothers do you have?” I ask her, wanting to steer the conversation away from baby talk.
“Four. Two older, two younger,” Tori says with a smile.
“The twins are professional hockey players. They’re being assholes because they’re hoping to be traded to the new professional hockey team that’s being started as part of the expansion draft, and they don’t want us to get married or start having babies until they’re back in Montana,” Nero says, his tone not hiding how annoyed he is with his future brothers-in-law.
“Do your other brothers live in Montana?” I ask.
