“What can’t you take?” I teased.
“Uh…” she groaned then laughed when I rubbed my cock against her belly. “Stop it…you’re way too tempting for me to resist.”
“Then why are you resisting?” I dipped down, pressing a smattering of kisses under her chin, causing her head to rock back and those perfect tits that were already puckered tight to press into my chest, the beat of her heart running wild against mine.
“You sore, baby? I’ll be gentle,” I cooed, trying to bite back laughter when she gave me a look that promised she knew I was nothing but a liar.
“You’re never gentle.”
“Oh, come on, Shea. I can be gentle.”
Teasing eyes went wide. “Pretty sure that’s only reserved for special occasions.”
I let that laughter roll, then pressed her hands a little deeper into the bed, rocking over her, tone going harsh. “Tell me you don’t like it.”
A seductive sound rumbled at the base of her throat, and she arched, lifting her chin. “I don’t like it.”
I began to frown, before she brushed her lips along the shell of my ear. “I love it.”
“That’s what I thought. Besides, we have something kind of important we need to work on, don’t you think?” I said with a suggestive raise of my brows.
Shea drew a shoulder to her cheek, like she was swimming in the thought. “There’s always next month.”
“And the next,” I murmured back, “and the next.”
And the next and forever.
Didn’t mean I didn’t want it now.
She flashed me another grin. “Don’t get your hopes up, rocker boy. This is probably going to take some time.”
I growled, diving in for a kiss. “And I’ll gladly oblige all the hard work it’s gonna take. Starting. Right. Now.”
She giggled again. “Pretty sure you started last night. Right here in this bed. On the bathroom counter this morning.” With each spot she called me out on, her voice grew deeper. “How about that shower?”
Hell yeah, we’d gotten a good start.
“Doesn’t mean I’m finished with you.”
Apparently my girl didn’t remember the promise I’d made her yesterday when we’d first rolled into this ridiculous suite. Seemed as good a time as any to remind her.
A shrill ring bleated from the nightstand, and my phone vibrated on the glass.
I groaned, leaned down, and nipped at her nose. “Don’t move.”
That smile only widened, and she rolled to her side to face me, clutching the sheet to her chest, watching me with deep affection while I fumbled for my phone.
Lyrik.
I flopped onto my back, couldn’t contain my own smile because I was so damned happy.
Accepting the call, I pressed it to my ear. “Lyrik, seriously, man, can’t this wait? I’m trying to get my wife pregnant.”
“Your what?” There was no missing the shocked disbelief through the phone, then his silence. For a few awkward beats nothing was said, before I felt the dark smirk slide to his face when he spoke again. “Tell me I didn’t just hear what I think I heard.”
“And what is it you think you heard?”
“Think I heard one of my asshole best friends telling me he went and got married without letting any of us know. And I think I heard him saying something about his naked ass doing some kind of filthy deed where his sweet girl would be tied to his ugly ass for the rest of her life.”
My grin just grew. “Sounds about right.”
“Holy fuck.”
“Yep.”
Ash’s elevated voice carried across the line, like he was shouting toward the phone Lyrik held. “What the hell, dude? Tell me Lyrik is fucking with me, because this shit ain’t cool.”
Lyrik answered, “No fuckery man…asshole went and ditched us for his girl.”