Page 115 of Dirty Legacy

“I told you, I’m doing it.”

“But it’s not done, and the baby’s coming soon⁠—“

I take her thumb and stick it in my mouth. I suck it, reach out, and cup her face with my hand. I pull it out and hold her eyes.

“You are the most infuriating, beautiful, perfect specimen I’ve ever seen.”

“Thank you?” She blinks rapidly. “God, being pregnant is making me so horny. What the hell’s with that?”

“Hormones.” I tug her closer, hand moving around into her hair. She lets out a sigh, a happy smile on her face. “If I see you on a stool, chair, ladder, or anything else again, I swear I’ll chain you to the bed.”

Her eyelids flutter. “Promise?”

“Not a game, angel.”

“Alright, alright, I won’t do it again.” She groans when I pull her hair. “I mean it!”

“Promise now.”

“I promise. Asshole.” That smile again, laced with need. “Pull harder?”

I do as instructed, tugging until she’s groaning and wriggling her hips, and I get down on my knees and get her off for the third time today, using my mouth and my fingers this time, until she’s screaming on my lips.

Nothing better than taking care of my angel.

Even if she’s more like a devil right now.

Once satisfied, I make her sit in the rocker while I finish hanging the picture. She’s smiling and I wonder how long that’ll last before I’m fucking her again. I give it an hour. I swear, my dick’s going to be black and blue before this baby comes, and I’m not complaining one tiny bit.

“Mom called earlier,” she says casually as I adjust the frame to make sure it’s straight.

“Yeah? Really?”

“Hadn’t heard from her since we kicked her out a few months back.”

“I’m shocked she took this long to call, honestly.”

“Me too. It wasn’t easy, not checking on her.”

“I’m proud of you though. You did the right thing.”

“Maybe.” She tucks her legs under her and watches me carefully. “She said something odd. She asked when the next delivery was coming.”

“Delivery? Huh?” I keep my back turned on my wife so she can’t see my face.

“Yeah, and when I pressed her on it, she got all flaky and hung up.”

“Strange. She’s probably high.”

“Definitely, but not so bad that she couldn’t pick up when I called back.”

I scrub a hand over my face. Fucking Dawn. “What’d she tell you?”

“Everything. Honestly, Connor. I thought we agreed.”

I turn slowly, arms crossed over my chest. “We did agree. We talked about it. I convinced you to cut her off, and it was the right call, wasn’t it?”

“Yes! But you took over!”