Michael breaks into a genuine, startled laugh and it makes me so happy to see it.“Ladyporn?”
“Yes, Maisie and I switch dark romance books back-and-forth all the time. Just because I hadn’t done it, doesn't mean I wasn’t interested.”
Smoothing back my hair back, he shakes his head. “Ye canpracticeanytime ye like on me, my bride."
The drive is quiet as Torin and Ian drive us home. Michael sighs and takes my hand, resting it on his thigh. I can feel his sculpted muscles ripple under my fingers and it's unreasonably arousing.
“It's a pity that Martha's bake shop isn't already up and running,” he says reflectively. “I could devour one of her chocolate eclairs right now.”
I look over at the shadowed profile of my husband, who finished off his lamb shank after pinning a man to the table with his knife. I think about sucking him, the groans he made, the fact that watching him do that turned me on so much that the door barely shut before I had his dick in my mouth.
Maybe I’m as bad as he is.
Maybe I don’t care.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Michael…
“...so I stabbed him.”
Kai nearly drops his kettlebell on his foot. “Ye what?”
“There’s nothing more fecking irritating than dealing with a cokehead. All the sniffing and twitching. He’s lucky his sister Carrie was there. She was apparently gifted with the IQ points meant for him, she brokered the deal for her family.”
Stepping over to the bar, I start my pull-ups. I built this gym in the basement of my house, the only people who use it with me are Kai, Mason, and occasionally Ethan. Mason is hitting the speed bag, fast and hard, expressionless. He hasn’t had a bout recently because his wife Afton is helping him work off his rage in other, more productive ways.
He pauses for a moment, letting the bag swing. “Where did you stab him?”
“His hand. I pinned it to the table while the grownups talked.” I feel the burn across my shoulders and I widen my grip, needing the extra effort.
“Ah, the one your da gave ye?” Kai asks. “Damascus steel. Prettiest thing.”
“I'm guessing your wife knows that you're a knife freak by now?” Mason asks.
“Please,” Kai scoffs. “Dinnae ye think her first hint was that there’s not a sushi chef on this planet who wouldn’t murder his entire family just for Michael’s set of kitchen knives?”
“I'm thinking it's strange getting to know each other when really, you've known her for ten years,” Kai says, mopping his forehead with a towel. “As husband and wife, though, it’s all different, aye?”
“We learn a wee bit at a time,” I allow. “It’s still new.”
Mason nods, pointing to my left leg. “And have you shared what happened there with Sophie?"
I tighten my grip, pulling up harder than I need to and feeling the pull on my abdominals. “Not yet.”
“Are ye fecking kidding me now?” Kai glares at me. “I know ye two are having sex because you're not that quiet. Ye should really shut your bedroom window.”
I drop from the bars to point at him. “Dinnae let Luna mention anything to Sophie! The lass will die of embarrassment."
“Back to the point at hand,” Mason says patiently, “how have you been having sex with your wife without this issue being addressed?”
“The same way I've been fecking for the last three years,” I say shortly. “I dinnae take off my pants. It was also useful for quick exits. In the past, anyway,” I amend.
Because there's no way I want to leave Sophie when I've been inside her, especially not when I can pull her against me and feel her breathing slow and soften into sleep as I keep a hand possessively against her stomach. One day, I'd like to see her stomach swell and feel my child there. I shake my head. Where the hell didthatcome from?
Both of my arsehole cousins are staring at me, arms folded disapprovingly.
“This is not something ye can hide forever,” Kai says. “I know you're not ashamed of it, so why?”
