“And here.” She points to a barely visible scar above my brow, the site of another former piercing. “Do you want them back?”
I’m wearing the sizable square diamond earring she insisted on—her favorite one. It has a tint of blue; she says it matches my eyes. Just thinking about it drives me to touch it.
“Yes and no. I miss them, but if they’re there, I’ll play with them.”
“What’s wrong with that?” She gives me that flirtatious smile that gets her whatever she wants. “I wanna play with them.” She wraps her arms around my neck and bites my bottom lip, tugging slightly to emphasize her point.
“You can play with any of them any time you want.” My words come out raspy, my mouth chasing hers. Now that we’ve consummated our relationship, my body is revved up and fiending for her.
“You’re secretly rebellious, aren’t you?” she whispers between kisses.
I cup her ass with one hand and lift her higher on my lap. “Maybe that’s why I like you. You’re naughty.”
She encircles her legs around my waist, and my cock stirs, but just as our tongues intertwine, we’re interrupted by an exaggerated throat clearing.
I raise my head to find the twins staring down at us, the picture of gloom in all black, a stark contrast to the sparkling ocean and bright sunshine. Do they not own any clothes other than mafia garb? What am I thinking—Idon’t own anything other than tactical gear, save for workout clothes, which is all I’ve been wearing.
“Get a room, will ya?” Dante gripes, lip curled. “Groceries are here.” He’s typically the aloof twin, but today, he’s unusually grumpy. Lucas must not be home yet.
I rise to my feet, help Aurora, and brush the sand off my shorts. “Don’t act so disgusted. Didn’t you both sleep with the same person last night? Together?”
Desi turns to his brother, his eyes wide. “The robot speaks,” he whisper-yells with feigned astonishment.
Dante arches a brow. “What did you do to him, Aurora?”
“Recharge his batteries? Unplug him and plug him back in?” Desi grins.
She gathers her towel and phone, shaking her head at his never-ending jokes. “You’re as bad as Jax.”
I lace our fingers and lead the way through the sand dunes and along the path to the backyard.
“I miss the crazy fucker—wait! I know! You short-circuited his motherboard.”
Desi laughs at his own stupid joke while Dante grumbles about refusing to wear shorts in December.
We go around to the side of the house since the back doors are boarded up—a simple fix if I had two working arms. By the time we enter the kitchen, Aurora is lagging and breathless.
“Sit down,” I tell her. “We’ll put away the groceries.”
She doesn’t rest, nor does she change out of her bikini. She unpacks and organizes our food orders by household, her cute baby bump and popped-out belly button on full display. It’s utterly domestic. Some might find it boring, but I find it blissful. What’s not to love about Aurora walking around half-naked and pregnant?
I can’t wait until it’s mine.
The thought takes me by surprise, although it shouldn’t. The more I consider it, the more I accept our relationship, the more my chest swells with what can only be love and fulfillment.
I swear, I don’t have a pregnancy kink. Maybe a slight hero complex, but I’ve only felt this way, only want this, with her.
And boy, wouldn’t that piss Jax off if she ended up pregnant by me?
Shit, Aurora is right—Iamrebellious.
Now that I’m no longer living in survival mode or following orders, I’m discovering a lot about myself. She once asked me where I wanted to go on a date, what my hobbies were, and I honestly didn’t know how to answer. I’ve had no time or freedom for leisure activities. That’s something we’ll have to explore together.
On her toes, she reaches into a bag and pulls out a five-pound sack of dark-roast coffee beans, breathing in its rich aroma with a satisfying sigh.
“Give that to me!” I seize it from her one-handed, aggravating the dull pain in my shoulder in the process.
Only to have Desi snatch it away. “That’s ours.”
