“Rebel won’t do anything.” Riot places his hand on Rogue’s shoulder. “He’ll react the same way if Summer’s baby is a girl.”
Babies.
No doubt Rebel will have his overbearing moments if our twins are girls, but at least our daughters will be able to rely ontheir daddy to be there to protect them. To hold them close when they’re sad and take care of their hurts when they fall.
They’ll probably complain about it because they will never know what it’s like to have their father walk out on them. Our children, whether boys or girls, will be lucky. And so loved.
“Don’t worry, Rogue,” Burke says. “I’ll go talk to Owen.”
“I’m going to check on Rebel.” I leave the party on the veranda.
“When will they tell us?” Riot’s voice follows me through the screen door.
“I don’t know,” Rogue says. “But there’s no way she should be that big already, is there?”
“Seriously? Do you know how awful that will sound if she overhears you?” Kelsey says. “You can’t say that to a woman.”
“We meant round,” Riot says.
Like that’s any better.
“Summer knows we love her. She’s the most beautiful—”
“One of the most beautiful,” Rogue interrupts.
I really am already as big as a house if they’re on to us. I’m going to look more and more huge as time goes on.
I cradle my belly as I follow the muddy footprints through the house. If Owen thinks I’m cleaning them up he has another thing coming. I hope they stain his hardwood floors.
They lead all the way into the bedroom. Steam billows from inside the alcove bathroom.
Rebel stands under the spray, one palm on the shower wall, his head bowed almost to the tile. The water cascades over his inked and corded shoulders, perfect ass, and spread legs. The mud has all swirled down the drain.
I stand there with my mouth hanging open. The view is as spectacular as I remember. Especially when those glutes flex.
A needy hollow sensation fills my core. God, I want to touch, lick, and feel every part of him. I want him to desire me.
Ivy and Adira both told me I’m letting my emotions, hormones, and insecurities get the better of me when it comes to the lack of intimacy between me and Rebel. I need to know if that’s the case.
My stomach flutters as I reach for the hem of my dress and tug it up over my head. Avoiding the mirror, I reach behind my back to undo my bra. My chest tightens with each breath.
I need him not to reject me. I need him to remind me that he finds me desirable. Because if he doesn’t...
“Kitten.” His voice is a sexy rasp.
I look up and our gazes lock over his shoulder.
“Leave it on,” he says as he extends an arm in my direction. “And come here.”
22
Rebel
Her eyes widen like they used to when we first started seeing each other. Like when I told her at that strip club to give me a lap dance if she wanted me to sign the contract to make her my PR person.
She used to say she wasn’t afraid of me, but I could tell she was scared of something. There’s similar emotion in her eyes now. Why?
She places her hand in mine, letting me tug her into the shower and under the spray. My gaze eats up her heavy tits encased in delicate black lace. Her rounded lower belly. Her dimpled thighs.
