Her hands come to my face as she turns serious. “Damn right I’ll never let you fall.” With that, she kisses me like she has never kissed me. It steals every last thought I have and tells me that we’re one in this. And fuck if that doesn’t feel like the best damn thing in the world.
Me and Velvet.
Parents.
Together.
To the very fucking end.
When she finally drags her mouth from mine, she says, “Can we please get out of here now?”
I grin. “What? You don’t like having conversations with me in a public toilet?”
“I really wish we could have had this conversation pretty much anywhere else but here.”
I keep grinning. “I don’t.” At her frown, I add, “It’s one of the most important conversations we’ll ever have and I fuckin’ love that I’ll never forget where we had it.”
“Sometimes I hate that you’re right.”
I laugh. “I know, baby, but I fuckin’ love that sometimes Iamright. You’re the smartest woman I know, and I’m more than good with that, but sometimes a man just wants to be right even though he knows he’s generally got fuckin’ Buckley’s of that happening.” I smack her ass. “Now, turn this sweet ass around and walk it out of here and up to our room. There’s no fuckin’ way we’re going back to that reception. It’s time for Velvet lovin’ to begin.”
She makes my day for the second time when she does exactly what I tell her to do. But hell, by the time we exit the lift onto our floor, I’m not convinced there’s going to be a lot of her lips around my cock happening. Not when all we can talk about is the baby we’ve made and how much we’re going to love it.
Velvet and I are going to make the best fucking parents.
Mark my fucking words.
6
WILDER & SCARLETT
SCARLETT’S POV
Almost three months after they marry
Christmas Day
I wake with a start.I’m flat on my stomach with my face smooshed into my pillow. I’m pretty sure my face is actually smooshed into a puddle of drool. Lovely. Such a great way to wake up.
“Scarlett. You awake?” Wilder’s voice filters into my awareness.
I lift my face and turn towards his voice which I think is coming from the doorway of our bedroom. Squinting, I make out his body and try hard to pull him into focus. “What time is it?”
He chuckles. “It’s just after nine.”
“Holy shit, why did you let me sleep so late? Your mum and dad will be here soon!” I scramble off the bed. “I have so much to do before they arrive! And why are you laughing at me?”
He reaches for me as I attempt to move past him, circling his arm around my waist and not allowing me through. “I’m laughing because you look ragged.”
My eyes widen. “Ragged?”
More of that chuckling. “Yes, ragged. In the very best way.”
I try to smack him away, but he’s not having a bar of it.
Giving him a look that I hope says heshouldhave a bar of it, I say, “I don’t think you know what that word means because if you did, you’d know there’s no way anyone could look ragged in the very best way.”
He tightens his arm around me. “You’re fuckin’ sexy any way you come, Scar.” He brushes his mouth against my ear and drops his voice to a gravel. “Knowing I caused that birds nest in your hair gets me hard.”
