“We know that, Red.” Bo reached over and squeezed her hand.
“The world needs to know it, too.”
“Danielle took some lovely family shots as well.” With a tender smile, Taylor rubbed his wife’s thigh.
She giggled. “You should see the one we’re having enlarged to hang above our bed.”
“No one needs to see that, cherry cake.” He put the baby in her lap. “It’s just for us.”
Matt chucked.Nope, don’t need to. I can just imagine.
Ireland began fussing. Ava watched Chloe put the baby to her breast. She looked… sad. “You okay, sweetheart?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
Every man knows when a woman says fine, it usually means anything but. Matt didn’t believe her. “You don’t look like it.”
She sighed. “I just wish I could have that someday.”
“Have what? A baby?”
With a nod, Ava wet her lips. “Yeah.”
“You will,” Matt said, putting his arm around her. “Bo would love to make a baby with you.”
“I know.” She smiled a little, but her voice was breaking. “He’s such an amazing father.”
“And you’re a wonderful mom to Emery.”
A tear slipped down her cheek.
“Ava, sweetheart, what’s the matter?”
“I can’t.” She wiped her face. “It’s nothing.”
He should get out of bed. Vanessa was already making the rounds. Katie saw her arrive an hour ago when CJ brought her toKit’s door. She had to get through Sloan and Bo before she got to him.
Fuck her.
With thoughts of his elusive pizza girl, his dick was hard. He had yet to see her again, but as he flicked his fingernails over his nipples, Matt imagined what her tight, wet cunt would feel like riding his cock. Even better, riding his face. Breathing her in. Drowning in her sweetness.
He loved eating pussy as much as he loved fucking. Maybe even more. He envisioned tying her to the bed, fucking her with his tongue, sucking her swollen clit, and edging her for hours. One look in those chameleon-like eyes of hers, and he knew Gina could take it.
She’d cry and beg for him to let her come.
Then, when she couldn’t take anymore, she’d cry and beg for him to stop.
And that was what he looked forward to most. The after. Caring for her. Bathing her. Holding her. Giving her whatever she needed to feel safe and loved. If given half a chance, he could be that man for her.
Was he crazy to be thinking of a girl he barely knew this way?
Yeah, man. You just need to get laid.
He hadn’t been with anyone since Bo and Ava, unless he counted the chick who sucked him off at the Red Door the night after, which he didn’t. Maybe he should call them and see if they wanted a replay, or ask Kit if he was up for hitting the club. Matt needed to sink his dick inside somebody. Too bad the only one he wanted was her.
His phone vibrated beside him. Sloan.The pariah just left for Bo’s. Good luck, fucker.
Christ, he wasn’t in the right frame of mind for this bullshit. Still, when CJ brought her in, Matt was ready and waiting, draped on his sofa in a pair of ripped-up black jeans, motorcycleboots, and a white button-up unbuttoned to his navel, as one would expect of a rock star.
