“I know,” I said, coughing out the rest of my giggle as I tilted my face toward the heavens. “Someone has to be looking out for us, you think?”
“It would appear that way with all the shit we’ve managed to escape. Do you know what that shit was?” Rafe asked.
“She said it was poppers,” I said with a shrug.
“Babe . . . that was fucking huff liquid.”
“What?”
“Yes. Google it. I’m surprised you didn’t.”
“Oh. God. Rafe! Do you think it will do any long-term damage?”
“No,” he said as if the idea were absurd.
“I swear I didn’t know.”
“I know.”
“That was a blonde moment for sure. Jesus. I’m smarter than that. I think I was just excited when I got all that stuff. I feel terrible. I could have really hurt you.”
He pulled my foot onto his chest. “With that face, body, and sexual imagination, babe, you’re the most dangerous woman alive.”
“You should divorce me now and cut your losses,” I said before rubbing my hands over my face. “I had that crap in the house with Clover.”
He pulled my hands away. “Don’t ever say divorce again. There is no end to us. Ever. Don’t use that word. Got it? It was a mistake and not a big deal. There isn’t a damn thing either one of us can do that we can’t get through.”
“I know.”
“I love you, you crazy, crazy woman.”
“I know.”
“No end, Alice.”
I nodded. “Got it.”
“Good. Let’s just try to enjoy the rest of our night, okay?”
“Okay. And you better take a shower before the game tomorrow, Bullet, you don’t want to hit the field smelling like a pansy,” I said, blowing some lavender-scented bubbles out of my hand in his direction.
“This is nice, I needed this,” Rafe said, as we massaged each other’s feet. He held mine on his chest while I had to practically turn around in the tub to get my hands on his.
“Your feet are huge.”
He gave me a sultry smile. “You know what they say about big feet. I can back up that theory.”
“Well, you blessed our innocent little girl with your huge feet. She’ll be made fun of.”
“The hell she will. I’ll beat that bully’s ass,” Rafe interjected looking pissed.
“Jeesh. She starts kindergarten next year, you intend to beat all the babies that mess with yours?”
“Hell yes I will, I’ll push those little booger munchers down when the parents aren’t looking.”
“You’re terrible,” I scorned. “And your daughter told me today I needed a ‘tude justice.’”
Rafe’s laugh echoed through the bathroom. “An attitude adjustment, huh?”
“Yeah, I turned the cartoons off for naptime.”
“Mean,” he said, taking her side. He always did. It was the only time we argued.
“God, I hope we don’t have another girl,” I said, giving up on his feet and settling on his calves. “This one better be a boy.”
“This one?” Rafe’s hands stilled on my foot and gave me a pointed look.
“I’m pregnant.” His jaw dropped, and I grinned while his eyes watered. “I was going to tell you after we experimented, but, well, that went to hell in a handbasket. You’re a daddy, again.”
Before I knew what was happening I was in his arms, wrapped so tight I couldn’t breathe.
“Rafe,” I choked out as he squeezed me harder.
“Damn, Alice,” he croaked before he pulled away. The look on his face was priceless. “You kept that from me all day!”
“I know, I’m sorry, but I wanted to make it special.”
“Baby, we’re in a bathtub filled with lavender and have the house to ourselves, I would say this is special.” He grew hard beneath me, and I sighed. “Maybe after your game tomorrow we can get Dutch to watch her one more night and—oh, oh God,” I moaned as Rafe took a nipple into his mouth and began to push inside me. I looked down to see the raw desire etched all over his features. Apparently, telling Rafe he was going to be a daddy was all the aphrodisiac I needed.
“This is amazing. I love you.”
“I love you too,” I whispered, the moment bittersweet.
“Alice, tell me what’s wrong,” he asked studying my face as he pumped slowly inside me.
“Nothing, Rafe, ah,” I whimpered as he pushed his hips up burying himself. I was impaled, and my clit pulsed as it rubbed along the edge of him.
“Tell me,” he insisted as he thrust up, hooked his arms through mine, and then pulled my shoulders down hard with his hands. I damn near came with his next thrust he was so deep. “I try not to press you when you’re pissed, because, for one, you can’t speak well for yourself when you are. But you’re hiding something.”
“I’m not hiding, ah, ah—” He had reached around and was pressing a finger against my backside. My eyes grew. “Rafe, I don’t know if I can handle that tonight.”
“And I don’t care about that, I’m about to make you feel so fucking good.”
“God,” I whispered as I gripped his damp hair and pulled it between my fingers.
“I promise to make it good,” Rafe said biting my lip, “but not until you tell me what’s wrong. And don’t say nothing again. This is me. Talk to me.”
“It’s just,” I said, my jaw shaking at the feel of him, “I just wanted to have one more night of the freaky before we go through it all again, ya know? Before the late nights, the puke, and the . . . poo.” I didn’t mention the libido killers in our immediate future that consisted of leaky boobs, stretchmarks, uncontrollable gas and the inevitable hemorrhoid flare up.
“We can have all the freaky you want,” he said, as he pressed his thumb against my clit while his probing finger slipped inside “Look at me.”
“I’m looking,” I said longingly. “It’s just that you were so careful when I was pregnant with Clover. And while I love you more for it, I don’t want this to change. I know it’s selfish.”
“It’s not selfish. I was paranoid last time. This time it’ll be different, I promise. And I think we need some time alone. She’s almost five and we haven’t done anything without her since she was born.
“Rafe,” I whimpered.
“If you want to come, you need to agree,” he warned.
“You know I can’t leave her.”
“You won’t be leaving her. You’ll be taking a break, there’s the difference. You haven’t been able to take your clients overseas because of your rule to be home at night.” I swiveled my hips to match his thrusts. “Fuck, Alice, ride it just like that.” He closed his eyes briefly as he picked up the pace, punishing me with his cock and his finger. “Didn’t you say you had a client who wants to go to Greece next month?”
He pushed up again, and this time, we both moaned.
“Alice?”
“Yes, Rafe, yes.”
“That’s good enough,” he whispered as he thrust up gripping my hips so that we were locked. I came undone.
“God, I’m coming,” I barely got the words out before I was swept away. Rafe swallowed my screams with his kiss as I thrashed around in the tub, my heart hammering as I sank into him. Seconds later, my head was gripped as he unraveled beneath me, his release lasting a small eternity.
“Fuck, that felt incredible,” he croaked, as I lay against his chest. Breathless and spent I could only reply with a mmm noise.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed before he pulled us to stand.
“How far along are you?”
“Almost eight weeks.”
“We’re going to Greece.”
I smiled against his chest as he wrapped us in a towel and began drying us off. “You can’t just decide we’re going to Greece.”
“I believe I just did.”
“So damn cocky. You’re like the spokesman for cocky.”
“It’s only right for a man with so much cock . . . y to give.” His smile took my breath away. When he deposited me onto our bed, I reached for him only to come up empty.
“Where are you going?”
He was gloriously naked as I admired the planes of muscle that led down to thick thighs and the beautiful dick between that was pointed directly at me.
“I’m going to get more of that arsenal of yours from downstairs. I want to test out those nipple clamps.”
“Oh,” I said with a smile. “Time to get dirty?”
“Fucking filthy,” he promised.