“We got it, sugar,” Knight responded.
“I love it when he has it.” She tucked her feet under her and grinned. “Means I can relax.”
I shifted, balancing my teacup and saucer on my belly. “I’m going a little stir-crazy. We have so much to do and Austin won’t let me do it.”
“Honey, we’ve got this,” Kim assured. “Jesus, Dani, we have almost a dozen women not including you, so it’s all good. The men’ll do all the heavy lifting... you just need to sit there and look pretty.”
“Listen to your bestie, baby,” Austin called out.
“Stop eavesdropping,” I retorted, and he laughed, leading Knight out to the deck.
“I brought a bunch of Cambry’s old clothes,” Kim continued. “Want to go through them with me?”
“Ohmigod, yes,” I said, and set my teacup on the side table again.
Kim helped me out of the chair, then she and Cambry carried bags (and bags) of clothing into the nursery.
“Oh my gosh, Auntie, this room looks so cool!” Cambry exclaimed.
She was right, it did. Pinks and creams, and lots of blingy, girly things mixed in with motorcycles. It could only be described as biker chic.
I gave Cambry a quick hug. “Thanks, honey. Your mom helped... a lot.”
“Sit down, Dani,” Kim ordered. “Cambry and I’ll show you everything and then you can tell us where you want it.”
I lowered myself into the recliner and sat in awe of everything Kim had brought. It shouldn’t surprise me. Kim was loaded and loved to shop, so her daughter was the best-dressed little girl on the planet, and now my little girl would benefit from her shopping addiction.
“Dad says steaks are done,” Cash said from the doorway.
“Thanks, honey,” I said. Kim helped me out of the chair and we headed to the dining room.
One of the things I loved the most about my best friend was that she knew my home almost as well as I did, and since I wasn’t allowed to lift a finger, Kim took over getting everything set out on the table.
We always tried to do dinner once a month, but tonight was special because it was Jagger’s birthday and I’d baked him his favorite cake, banana with chocolate frosting. In pure Jagger fashion, he plowed through dinner just to get to the celebration.
“Boys, dishes rinsed and stacked,” Austin ordered, while Kim and I settled ourselves on the sofa. She had wine, I had water (joy).
“Cambry, wipe up, princess,” Knight said.
“Okay, Daddy.”
While our men and kids took care of the chores, we went about solving the problems of the world... or at least the get together happening in less than a week.
“Hawk and Payton are taking care of collecting and cataloguing the toys,” Kim said. “I think Ace and Cassidy are collecting from the drops in Portland, and Hatch and Maisie are taking care of Vancouver.”
“How many drops do we have now?” I asked.
“Ten.”
“That’s awesome.” I smiled. “Darien got busy.”
Kim chuckled. “She sure did. She got Melody Morgan involved, which means Mack had more to do.”
Darien Reed was married to Mack, and a very successful author. In fact, her multi-million selling romance novels were currently being turned into movies with the hottest actress, Melody Morgan, as its star.
I sipped my water. “Don’t feel sorry for Mack, he loves every second of it.”
“This is true.”
“We’re gonna get out of your hair,” Knight said, handing Kim her jacket. “Ace and I’ll be by after lunch tomorrow to grab everything and take it down to the compound.”
I smiled up at him. “Thanks, buddy.”
“No problem.” He leaned down and kissed my cheek, then rubbed my belly gently, before helping his girls with their jackets and ushering his family out the front door.
“Anyone have homework?” Austin asked.
“No,” both my kids answered.
“Okay, go shower and get ready for bed.”
Once Cash and Archer left us, Austin sat on the sofa and set his beer on the coffee table. “How are my girls?”
I rolled my head to smile at him. “We’re good, honey.”
“Yeah?”
I nodded. “So good, I kinda wanna do dirty stuff to you.”
He laughed, but his eyes got soft as he leaned over and kissed me gently. “As soon as the boys are in for the night, I’ll let you.”
I licked my lips in anticipation. I loved this pregnancy. Mostly because I was horny all the time. Maybe it was because I was having a girl this time. With Cash and Archer, I was sick a lot and it took a while for me to feel normal. Now, however, I couldn’t keep my hands off my husband and Austin was way into it.
Truth be told, he was always way into it, pregnancy or not.
Austin turned on the television for me, and as he went through the bedtime ritual with the boys, I found myself in and out of wakefulness for the next hour or so.
A gentle kiss woke me and I smiled up at my man. “Hey.”
“Hey, baby. Let’s get you into bed.”
I shivered. “Yes, please.”
“To sleep.” He held his hands out and I let him pull me up.
“Hell, no. You promised.”
“Did I?”
I leaned forward and ran my tongue over his bottom lip. “You absolutely did.”
He stroked my cheek. “You sure?”
“Ohmigod, Booker, get your sexy ass in the bedroom and get naked.”
He chuckled. “Usin’ my club name... you must be serious.”
“I’m horny, so yes, I’m very serious.”
He grinned, taking my hand and leading me to our bedroom. Once he locked us in, his mouth was on mine and he was removing our clothes. I loved how he could undress me in ten seconds or less (we’d timed it once), and then it was all about me and what I wanted.
“On your back,” I said, and Austin stretched out on the bed.
“You gonna let me taste you?”
I smiled. “Of course I’m gonna let you taste me. I’m not a monster.”
He chuckled and pointed to the headboard. “Assume the position, baby.”
I crawled onto the bed and anchored myself to the headboard, while Austin slid his face between my legs, raising his head to run his tongue over my clit.
I shivered as my body responded to him, like it always did. As he focused on sucking my clit, he slid two fingers inside of me and I dropped my head back as he played my pussy like an electric guitar. God, what this man could do to me, even after all these years.
My walls contracted around his fingers and then he was guiding me onto his cock and I was riding him while his thumb connected with my clit again.
“Austin,” I breathed out.
“Hold it, baby,” he begged.
It had always been difficult for me to keep my orgasms at bay, but over the past few months, it became virtually impossible. Austin knew this.
“Get there, honey,” I ordered.
He gripped my hips and slammed up into me again and again, then finally, he grunted out, “Now, baby,” and I came, settling my hands on his chest and smiling as we caught our breath.
“Fuck, I love you,” he rasped.