Page 13 of Filthy Christmas


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“And I just need you to look like you. When you’re in the gym, hot and sweaty, you’re so fucking sexy?—”

“Shut up!”

“You blushing? Daaamn. I definitely need to get you in the bath ASAP. Let you burn it off.”

“Eoghan,” I whined, but of course, the hunter in him knew he had me right where he wanted me.

“I just know that pretty little pussy is so hungry for me.” When I huffed, he drawled, “You go and play with your friends, and I’ll get provisions. Shall I bring home takeout?”

I really wanted sushi, but not until the doctor confirmed my suspicions. “Pizza from that place on 4th?”

“Sounds good to me. We can watch that damn show you’ve been talking about too. Braxton Hall?”

I hid a smile. “Maxton Hall. You’re too good to me, Eoghan.”

“Baby, you’re the one who just talked me off while I watched you through a sniper-rifle scope on a rooftop.Youare too good tome.”

“You wouldn’t be you if you weren’t weird.”

Eoghan laughed. “Thank fuck you think so. Okay, I’m heading off. Text me if you think of something you want.”

Touched, as always, by his thoughtfulness, I breathed, “I just want you.”

Then I cut the call.

Turning away from the window, I began the walk of shame to the living room.

I knew he’d come with me if I asked him to, but I also knew he’d freak out. I wanted to delay that until I had time to process the situation.

I’d been an aunt for a long time now.

Just never a mother.

My cell buzzed.

Eoghan: I always want you.

Eoghan: I love you, Inessa.

Eoghan: YOU.

Because I knew he meant it, I opened up my camera, said, “I love you too,” as I filmed it, then I blew him a kiss.

When I returned to the living room after I’d sent it over, Camille caught my eye. I flared mine at her, silently pleading with her to leave my extended absence alone, and she just smiled.

Aoife, however, grinned at me.

I bit my lip then headed over to the club sandwiches that Savannah and Star were hoarding.

Suddenly, with my nerves abated, I had quite the appetite…

THREE

It tookme entering the kitchen to realize my kiddo was sitting at the table in the complete dark.

“What are you doing, baby?”

Shay glowered at me over his shoulder. Whether that was because I switched on the under-counter lighting or— “Baby?! Really?”