He rubs Bea’s back soothingly, his bearded jaw resting against the top of her head as he stares down at me, those eyes of his so hot I feel like I’m overheating from the inside out. My belly does flip flops and cartwheels and handstands. Those butterflies in my stomach have a whole ass gymnastics routine, it seems.
Then, surprising me even further, he dips his head and presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth. I forget how to breathe normally.
“I’ve got her, Mama,” he whispers against my skin, making me shiver, before he leans away and addresses Scottie and Violette. “We’ll be outside. Enjoy your wine, ladies.”
And then he’s heading back out the front door, closing it behind him. We can hear the kids laughing and playing and the deeper timbre of the men’s voices through the opened windows.
“Dear lord, did your ovaries just explode? Because that was liketop tierlevel dad-hotness,” Vi laughs, fanning herself. I blush scarlet and cover my cheeks with my palms. “Good for Xander.”
I laugh out loud, stunned and embarrassed and possibly a little manic. “You guys. I can’t with this man.”
“I see what you mean when he calls you ‘mama’.That’s hot,” Vi says and winks again. Scottie laughs.
“Ugh, it just does something to me,” I whine, using my hands to gesture to my middle-ish area, “—down here.”
“That would be your ovaries saying‘come to mama’,” Violette sing-songs on a laugh as she does a little shimmy-shake, and I can’t help the awkward as hell snorting laugh that escapes me. Good god the things these women say.
“Oh god, no,” I laugh, shaking my head and waving my hands across my body in a giant X. “Absolutely not. I’m barely four months postpartum from my last baby. And that’s skipping like, a hundred steps, Vi. We haven’t even had sex.”
“But you want to.”
I glare over at Scottie, who is still perched on the countertop, grinning as she swirls the whisky in her glass. I groan and let my head fall back so that I’m staring at the ceiling before I nod pathetically. “God, so bad.”
“Get some, Mama,” Scottie chuckles, winking. “I’ll even make sure to distract Cal?—”
“Oh god, stop,” I moan, clapping my hands over my ears. “I don’t want to hear about any of the kinky shit you do with my brother.”
Scottie laughs out loud, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “It’s no fun if it’s not kinky.”
I groan, dropping my head back to stare at the ceiling again. “I need more wine for this conversation.”
Vi holds up the bottle with a wide grin. “You know Daddy-Xander has got some kinks hidden up those sleeves of his. I can’t wait to hear about it.”
“What sleeves?” Scottie chortles, tipping back her whisky before pouring out another couple inches. “He’s always in cutoff shirts. He has nowhere to hide those kinks. I’ll bet he’s—” she ticks off on her fingers, “—gonna be dominant, but like asoft dom. You’re kinda sweet, so he’s not gonna want to scare youoff, but watch out, because it’ll be coming. You’re going to come so many times you can’t breathe. He’s an ass man, so you’ve got that going for you?—”
I choke on a drink of my wine, spluttering on a half laugh, half cough. “I can’t—the what—wait— What makes you say he’s an ass man?”
She stares at me like I’m an idiot and points out the window to where the men are, muttering, “The man can barely tear his eyes off your ass whenever you’re around, my dear sis. That man is obsessed with your fanny.”
“And her boobs,” Vi laughs, nodding at my chest. I’m blushing ten shades of red. “Don’t forget her boobs. I already told you once, I’d motorboat the shit out of your tits.”
“I cannot handle you guys,” I laugh, shaking my head again. “But at least we’re done talking about Scottie and Cal’s sex life.”
“Oh no, we’re circling back to that,” Vi giggles, waggling her eyebrows. “I want to know the kinky stuff. Just in case Rowan doesn’t know a new trick.Notthat he is short on any number of kinky tricks—” she whispers, grinning, making me laugh and roll my eyes again. “But I’m always down to try new things.”
Scottie laughs and glances out the window. “Vi, don’t look now, but your man has the tiny human.”
Violette moves closer to the window and groans, her body going soft. I peek over Vi’s shoulder to see that Rowan is taking a turn holding Bea, who seems to be fast asleep. He’s holding her in a football hold in one arm, but he’s gazing down at her adoringly.
“Gahh, why is that so hot?” Vi whispers on a moan. “He looks good with a baby, dammit.”
He must notice us staring out the window, because his gaze lifts from Bea’s face to the window. When he sees Violette, he grins, holding Bea a little closer. Pointing down to the baby asleep in his arm, he then points to himself, and then at Violette. Then the guy winks.
“Yup, that man is so getting me pregnant,” Violette mutters almost wistfully. I laugh out loud.
“Better you than me,” Scottie chuckles, taking another drink of her whisky.
“You don’t want kids?” I ask, glancing over at her.
