“Oh. Right.” Shit, Relay was going to hate that. Then I tilted my head because I had to think if I even had any ‘nice’ clothes. I got up, rinsed the beer bottle, dropped it in the recycling bin, then went to go check. I came out in one of the few button up shirts I owned and a pair of slacks. Easier to keep the peace and put on the damn clothes.
Devyn surveyed me. She was looking me over the same way Dad, me, and my brothers looked over a property we were about to renovate. Cataloging every flaw, every detail. “You look good.”
“Thanks,” I told her with a grin. She didn’t smile back. “I didn’t mean to piss you off, Dev.”
“I know.”
I had three options. Apologize. Let her go down to dinner angry. Or…
My feet were moving before I even knew I’d made the decision. She was tense. Worried. Angry. And so wired I had a feeling I knew what would defuse her a bit.
She squeaked out a protest as I grabbed her and pushed her up against the closest wall. I’d been gentle about it, but also firm. The move had surprised her enough that she hadn’t fought back. She stood there, stunned as I kissed her, before she melted in my grip and kissed me back. She poured all her frustration into it and when she bit my bottom lip, I grinned.
She wanted it a little angry and rough? I could handle that. I grabbed her ass with one hand and hiked her up until she could wrap those long legs around my waist. Fuck I wish I hada picture of the way those sexy shoes looked crossed together behind me.
I was still holding onto her ass and my other hand was planted on the wall next to her head. Looking down into her eyes, I forced myself to ask, “You sure?”
Giving her the option to stop might actually fucking kill me, but I wasn’t going to take advantage. This needed to be her decision. We’d been dancing around each other all damn week and this had been coming. I’d known it, though I wasn’t sure she had. But she was getting more and more wound up each day and tonight she’d snapped.
She looked me right in the eyes and used both hands to rip my shirt open. Buttons scattered.
Taking a huge breath, I searched for patience. “If you want me to fuck you, Baby Girl, you’re going to have to-”
“Bolo,” she all but snarled. “If you don’t take me into your room and make me orgasm I’m going to lose my mind. I’m worried, mad, and…I don’t even know why I’m so mad,” she huffed. “But I need-”
“I know exactly what you need,” I told her, then shut her up by locking our lips together. “I’ll take care of it,” I told her as I trailed my lips away from her mouth and over her neck.
Sure, I’d inadvertently pissed her off earlier, but I wasn’t about to do it again. And I wasn’t going to fuck this up by asking any more questions. She wanted—and damn well needed—a release of all those emotions she’d bottled up. I was happy to help with that.
CHAPTER 22
Devyn
Iwasn’t in my right mind. That had to be the reason I was seeing red all of a sudden. Well, that and the fight I’d had with my parents earlier. I hadn’t come straight home—weird that I was already thinking of Bolo’s place as home—after work. I’d stopped by to get some face to face time with my mom and dad.
Catching them up on everything had gone fine until I’d mentioned the doctor appointment and the fact that she was going to be monitoring me closer than most. Then I’d had to tell them about being sick earlier in the week, and the high blood pressure, and it’d dissolved rapidly from there. It’d ended with them suggesting that I quit my job. Something they’d already talked to me about before this and I’d shut down just as quickly as I had tonight.
They were worried about me. I understood—and really did appreciate—that fact. But I didn’t want to quit my job. I loved myjob. I was good at it. The idea of losing all I’d worked so hard for, along with all the new scary things happening with my body, and the potential dangers to the baby, it was all too overwhelming. That was why I’d lost my temper with my parents. With Bolo. I just needed some normalcy and work was providing that right now, even though I knew I needed to be taking it easy.
Thankfully no other fires had needed an investigator and all I was doing was catching up on paperwork. I had a decision to make, and needed to do it soon. I was planning to wait until after the next appointment with Dr. Natalie to speak to my chief about seeing if I could keep going at work just riding the desk until the birth.
Mom and Dad hadn’t been fans of my plan and said as much. Usually, they were super supportive—and later, when I looked back on this, I’d realize they were juggling being supportive and being smart about what was going on with me—but they weren’t backing down on suggesting I at least take time off. All with the understanding that if I took leave for the entirety of my pregnancy, I’d have no time left for after the baby got here and would either have to go immediately back to work, or quit. And I knew what their vote was.
The whole conversation had stressed me out and put me in a bad mood. Then I got back here and was just starting to lose my irritation and Bolo went and said the same thing. But where I'd just explained calmly—mostly calmly—to my parents that I had no intention of quitting my job, I’d sort of lost it on Bolo. I wasn’t sure why. But I was unreasonably angry at him.
And now I was lying on his bed as he dragged my shirt off and buried his face between my breasts. My eyes fluttered closed.
Oh my God that feels good.
He shoved my bra to the side and latched onto my nipple like he was starving and it was the last morsel of food left anywhere on the planet.
I groaned and arched up toward him. He’d pissed me off. Then I’d madehimmad—I was pretty certain anyway, though it was hard to tell with him—and now here we were. It was probably a stupid idea. I knew I’d had better ideas before, like making him wait longer so that we could build our relationship slowly. It was smart to cement our feelings for each other before we mixed up emotions and sex. I gasped as he switched sides and nipped my other breast through the lace of my bra.
Oh my God.
The thoughts and reason fled my brain as he ran those roughened hands up my sides. Logical Devyn could go sit in time out while I had a little fun. She was a spoilsport anyway. My body was practically humming as he bit and licked his way down over my stomach. He stopped briefly below my belly button and placed a reverent kiss there before continuing on.
“Don’t rip my-”
