Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“What is it? What’s wrong, Molls?”
She took a deep breath and exhaled.
“My brother is awake.”
Chapter Fourteen
Kaylie
“It’s no-VOC, right?”
Dev held up the can of paint proudly.
“Yeah, babe. This is the least-toxic stuff they have.”
I nodded, exhaling in relief. Ever since that little line first turned blue, I’d been worrying. Not nonstop, and I refused to give into it, but yeah. I was a worrier.
I was already in full-on mama mode. It sometimes felt like I had been since the moment we’d stopped using protection. I’d started taking prenatal vitamins a week before we even tried. It had come pretty quickly, which was not especially surprising considering how hard Dev had tried.
I blushed. He hadn’t stopped trying even after we got pregnant! He’d used it as an excuse to have as much sex as humanly possible. He hadn’t slowed down much either.
He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and winked at me before bending to open the paint can. The look of heat in his eyes was unmistakable. He wanted to be alone and spend some time rolling around on the bed.
My man was insatiable.
My dirty thoughts were interrupted by the sound of something heavy dropping in the hallway, followed by muffled curses and shushing. I giggled as Dev rolled his eyes.
“In here, guys.”
Lucky and Mac stuck their heads in the door. I figured Lucky had been the one cursing, and Mac had shushed him. Mac was quiet and reserved. He didn’t give much away. In fact, he often looked like he was made of stone.
It was funny. Even though he was Donnie’s cousin, he reminded me more of Jack. Jack was like a giant tree in the forest, looking over everyone, and Mac was like a stone mountain, with his eyes on everything all at once.
Lucky, on the other hand, was a fist full of dynamite. The man was as brash and brazen as they came. And he was second only to Callaway in terms of his crazy antics.
Well, the old Callaway. The new Callaway was something you had to see to believe.
They nodded to me in greeting, respectful as always.
I shook my head at the grin Lucky gave me as I hoisted myself out of the rocking chair. It was my mom’s. She’d nursed me in it, and I was going to nurse our child in it. It wasn’t anything fancy, just plain brown wood. But Mac was going to paint some small flowers on it as well as a matching mural on the wall, once it was painted. He wasn’t a professional, like Callaway, but he was very artistic, especially for a biker.
“Can I bring you guys some iced tea?”
They nodded, and I scooted, heading to the kitchen. I was busy in the kitchen when I heard a noise. I squealed as two arms slid around me and a hot mouth pressed kisses to my neck.
“Dev!”
“Who else were you expecting?”
“You’re going to get paint on me!”
I turned around to see him grinning. His hands were in the air.
“Haven’t started yet.”
I scowled at him another minute just so he knew I was cross with him. I hated being surprised! He knew that! And yet the man loved nothing better than a sneak attack, usually involving kisses or grabbing a particular body part.
He grabbed my bottom now, pressing himself into me and kissing me deeply.
“Dev! We have company!”
“No, we have workers. I was thinking . . .”
I knew what he was thinking, and there was no way I was going into the bedroom with him to fool around with other people in the house.
“No! Absolutely not! You are out of your mind.”
He sighed.
“Babe. I need you.”
“You had me this morning! Not to mention two times last night.”
He looked crestfallen. Absolutely gutted. I frowned.
“The doctor said this was the last week . . .”
“Oh, so that’s it.” I poked his chest. “You’re afraid you’re not going to be getting any.”
“Babe. It’s not quantity, it’s quality. I just know I’ll miss your . . . qualities.”
He tilted his head, trying to see down my shirt.
“You are impossible! The doctor said nothing vigorous in the last month. He didn’t say we couldn’t do . . . other things.”
“Other things?”
Devlin looked like a kid on Christmas morning. I cleared my throat primly and nodded.
“Yes. Other things.”
He looked suspicious. “Like what?”
“Use your imagination!” I huffed.
“Lots of other things?”
I raised an eyebrow, trying to control my embarrassment. I shrugged, feeling very shy all of a sudden.
“Yes.”
He picked me up and kissed me, his face looking far less worried. He set me down carefully, pressing a kiss to my cheek.
“I look forward to all these other things you’re talking about, you wicked woman.”
He winked and picked up the cups and pitcher of ice tea. I stared after him, having trouble keeping my eyes off his cute ass. He really did have a perfect bottom. Then I realized what he’d said and threw a dishtowel at his back.