bottle of cold apple juice that he’d brought her only to hand it over to him so that she could grab one of the bags of junk food.

With a satisfied sigh, she placed the bag between them and began rummaging through it while he sat there, holding her drink, and unable to help but smile as he watched her.

“If you don’t want to lose a hand, I’d take it off those Twinkies, Yummy,” she drawled with a look that had him quickly dropping the Twinkies and moving his hand away from that bag before the woman glaring at the misguided appendage could tear it off and shove it up his-

Holding up her juice in offering with the hopes that she wouldn’t follow through with that threat that her eyes clearly conveyed, he said, “So, you were saying?”

Chapter 54

“Sweetheart?” Reese said, sounding amused for some reason.

She grumbled her answer as she shifted to get more comfortable, too exhausted to do anything more than that at the moment. It had been a long night and an even longer month since the last time she’d fallen asleep in his arms.

“I’m just going to lay down now while you choose your next argument,” he said after a moment, which of course she decided to answer with another groan as he did just that.

Thankfully, he knew well enough not to disturb her as he laid back, careful to keep his arms around her so that she didn’t roll off him. Once he was done, she grumbled a few more things that even she didn’t understand, released a small sigh and-

“Uh, sweetheart?”

“What?” she asked crabbily, wondering why he wasn’t letting her sleep.

“I believe you were in the middle of threatening to tear my balls off if I went to work for my uncle,” he reminded her, clearly sounding amused, which she did not appreciate.

Not. At. All.

So, she let him know it by-

“Ow! Did you just poke me?”

In answer, she poked him in the side again.

“You’re vicious,” he said, chuckling.

“You knew this going in,” she mumbled sleepily as she shifted on top of him only to decide that this new position didn’t properly accommodate the slight swell of her stomach.

“I did,” he murmured in agreement, helping her shift off of him so that she was lying by his side and using his shoulder as a pillow.

Closing her eyes, she mumbled, “You’re not going to work for your uncle doing construction,” hoping that would be the end of the argument.

Unfortunately for her, it seemed that he was in a chatty mood, which of course was going to end up getting him killed.

Unless he made her pancakes.

“I don’t have much of a choice, sweetheart,” he said, trying to appease her with a kiss. “It’s either stay at a job I hate or work for my uncle.”

“You really do,” she said sleepily.

“I really don’t. Not with two babies on the way,” he said with a heavy sigh as he wrapped his arms more tightly around her.

“We’re fine,” she said stubbornly, not really appreciating the insinuation that she couldn’t take care of her kids.

She’d done it before and she could do it again if she had to. This wasn’t about her or the babies. This was about him. She wanted to see him happy and working for his uncle wouldn’t do that unless he could do what he loved and she damn well knew that he wasn’t planning on asking his uncle to give him a job designing projects. He liked working with his hands and she knew that he would enjoy working for his uncle, but he wouldn’t love it.

He deserved to be happy.

“Look, it’s late and we’re both tired-”

“And hungry,” she added with a grumble, kind of wishing that it would be enough to get him to make her a batch of pancakes.

“-and hungry,” he amended with a chuckle before continuing. “We can talk about this tomorrow.”

“It is tomorrow,” she pointed out with an irritated sigh as she rolled over onto her side and faced away from him, wondering when he’d become such a chatterbox.

There was a heavy sigh and then, “Fine. Then we’ll talk about it later.”

“After you make me pancakes?” she asked, because she’d found that it was always best to clear up any misunderstandings early on.

“After I make you pancakes,” he added with a chuckle as he rolled over onto his side so that he could curl up behind her, wrap his arm around her, and-


“Hmm?” he asked sleepily as he pressed a kiss against her neck.

“It’s poking me,” she said, making sure to sound putout even as she gave her bottom a little wiggle simply because she could.

“He’s missed you,” he said innocently, giving her another kiss as she felt him pull the hem of her shirt up and over her bottom.

“What are you doing?” she asked, biting back a moan simply because it wouldn’t do to have him know just how much she’d missed him and that incredibly large appendage gently grinding against her bottom.

She had to keep him humble, she told herself with a smile and a small gasp when she felt him reach between them to free his erection. “Push back, sweetheart,” he said, already guiding her hip so that she could do just that.

“Again, with the bossiness, Yummy,” she said with a sad shake of her head even as she complied, pushing back only to gasp when he met her halfway.

“Never stopped,” he admitted with another kiss as his hand found her breast.

“And you probably never will,” she said, gasping as he stopped halfway inside of her only to pull back until just the tip of his cock that she would swear was bigger than she remembered was inside her.

“Never,” he promised her.

Sighing heavily, she said, “The things I put up with.”

“You love it,” he said, slowly pushing back inside her only to tease her again.

“Are you doing this to distract me?” she had to ask, groaning when he once again pulled back, leaving her desperate and on the verge of begging him to fuck her.

“Am I distracting you?” he asked, slowly pushing back in.

“You’re definitely making me want to kill you,” she admitted with a frustrated growl when he once again stopped halfway.

“I just thought that we should probably discuss a few things while we have a moment,” he said, sounding completely relaxed while she was on the verge of screaming in frustration.

“Yummy,” she bit out in warning as she tried to push back only to have him release her breast so that he could cup her hip and keep her from putting them both out of their misery.

“First,” he said, clearly intent on ignoring her and her needs now that she was wide awake, wet, and desperate for him, “tell me that you missed me.”

“You want me to lie, Yummy?” she asked, loving the way that he growled when she teased him.

“Yes,” he whispered, sliding his hand down her hip and over her thigh.

“Did you miss me?” she countered, taking advantage and pushed back until he was back inside her.

He pressed a kiss against her neck before he moved his mouth next to her ear. “Every fucking minute of every fucking day. I missed holding you, touching you, and fucking you. I thought about just how good it was going to feel when I touched you, how good your breasts felt in my hands, and about all the things that I wanted to do to you.”

“And what’s that?” she found herself asking as she rotated her hips and moaned as the move caused her to ride him.

“When I wasn’t thinking about just how fucking good it felt when you sucked my cock, I was thinking about fucking you, about how good you felt around me and wondering how it would feel the next time I bent you over the table and fucked you.”

Licking her lips, she nodded, “Okay, I might have missed you, too.”

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