“Be a good girl for Rowan today,” he murmured before standing.
She looked slightly dazed, but she nodded.
Nick’s dark, tattooed hands framed her head as he bent to kiss her with the same intensity—only messier. The nasty fuck. He was practically chewing her lips off. Alec stayed just long enough to watch before turning to leave.
Ella absently touched her swollen mouth once they were gone.
“Will you miss them?” I asked, curious.
The question startled her.
A frown.
Another touch to her lips.
She nodded.
“I think I will,” she said slowly.
Satisfied with her answer, we worked in comfortable silence, cleaning the kitchen and loading the dishwasher. When she yawned again, I decided it was time to intervene. She was growing one of our babies, and everything I’d read said that took a toll—on the body, on hormones, on energy.
“Let’s take a nap,” I murmured, lacing my fingers through hers.
“I don’t know why I’m so tired,” she said, stifling another yawn.
“Probably from taking too many cocks,” I replied, guiding her out of the kitchen as the dishwasher began to slosh and spray.
“And whose fault is that?” she grumbled.
“I never heard you say no.”
“Good to know it’s an option.”
Clever girl.
“We both know it isn’t,” I said, patting the back of her hand.
She sighed as we reached the top of the stairs.
“Maybe I’m low on iron or something.”
“I’ll collect a urine sample and have it tested.”
She shook her head.
“You’d need a blood sample.”
Her medical background was inconvenient.
“Sure,” I said, opening the bedroom door.
She was nearly asleep on her feet as I undressed her. I didn’t need to—but I knew they’d be watching the bedroom today.
I lifted the covers and followed her into bed, holding her close and stroking her back until I felt her relax. A moment later, her hand slid from my chest to rest on my shoulder.
I had work waiting for me, but I lingered anyway, my hand drifting from her back to the curve of her arse. Fucking her pinned between us on the side of the road had been something else.
She needed to rest.
