Page 87 of Make Us Yours
I laugh. “I’m pretty sure he knew you didn’t roll that way, Hayes.”
He glares at me. “Just pointing it out.” He looks back at Cecilia, keeping the glare on his face, but there’s no real anger to it. “You really are an evil woman.”
“HA!” She gapes at him. “Me? Evil? You just told everyone at this table that I went coo-coo after you gave me too many orgasms.”
“So did he!” He points at me.
“Yeah well, I’m sure Ronnie won’t be too happy about that either.” She looks at all of us with a wicked smile. “By the way, what he forgot to mention about that story is that he called Mira after.”
“Really, Sy? Your mom?” Emma scrunches up her nose.
“I didn’t know what to do, she was mumbling non-stop and rolling around in thesheets like someone possessed! I freaked out!” Silas exclaims as a chorus of laughter breaks out.
“You could have called one of us, literally any of us,” I tell him, laughing along with the group.
“Seriously,” Greyson adds. “That’s really weird. I feel so bad for Mira now.”
“Imagine me when she asked how I was doing after my orgasm high over family dinner!” Cecilia covers her shame-filled face with her hands.
“Spence must have had a field day with that.” Emma giggles.
Spencer, Silas’s younger brother, loves to tease people, certainly his older brother. We don’t see much of him, but every time we do, he finds something to say to get on Silas’s nerves.
“Oh, he did. Still does every time we see him and almost causes a fight between them every single time,” Cecilia tells her.
“Okay, how about we eat and stop talking about orgasms? I’m starving! And I feel like Aubrey’s about to pop a blood vessel or something with how red she is.” Morgan giggles.
We all look at the poor, shy girl, and sure enough, she’s redder than I’ve ever seen her. It’s almost alarming. “Sorry, baby Ford. Didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” I offer.
She clears her throat. “It’s okay. I’m fine.” She smiles timidly now that all the attention is on her.
The girls go on to chat about the foundation that Cecilia and Emma have created, which will be debuting at the end of the month, as food begins to arrive. It’s like one of those eight-course meals, where they bring you a bit of everything that’s on the menu, one plate at a time.
I watch Morgan continue to pick into the breadbasket every few minutes, her eyes going wide with hunger. She’s practically salivating as she spreads a bit of butter over the piece of dough. It’s adorable to watch.
“You look absolutely beautiful, Morgan. Pregnancy really suits you,” I tell her tenderly.
She looks up as she brings the bread up to her lips but stops short, her eyes glossing over as she smiles. “Thank you, Gabe. That really means a lot.” She looks down at the bread, then back up at me as a pink tint appears on her cheeks. “Sorry, I’m just always hungry now. It’s horrible.”
“You’re growing a little human in there, no reason to apologize.” I smile.
She smiles back and proceeds to eat. When I look to my side, I find Clay watching her with love in his eyes. This man is obsessed with his wife; they all are. And I getit now, because it’s how I feel about my Vixen.
“How does it feel to know you’re going to be a dad in just a few more months?” I ask him quietly, not needing everyone to join into our conversation.
He doesn’t take his eyes off her as he answers me. “Like freaking bliss.” He then swallows and turns to me. “You know, for a moment I started wondering if I was the problem. I had an appointment booked for after the playoffs to check if everything was okay.”
Morgan places her hand above his that rests on the table. “I never doubted you. It just took us a little more time than others, but it will have been a thousand percent worth it.”
He lowers in to kiss her, and instantly, I wish Ronnie was here.I miss her already.
A few hours later, Aubrey and I are walking back toward our villas. Ronnie and Noah never showed up for dinner, so I’m guessing they’re still back at her place. I won’t hide the fact that I’m a bit jealous that he got to spend all this alone time with her, but I know I need to deal with that. She’s our girl, both of us, which means we have to share in every way.
We arrive at the big mahogany doors to Aubrey and Ronnie’s villa. Brey grabs onto the handle, ready to push the door open, but stops herself and spins to look at me, her cheeks growing pinker by the second. “What if they’re… you know?” she whispers with wide eyes.
I chuckle and shake my head at her innocence. “They’re not.”At least, I hope they aren’t.Thatwould piss me off a bit. We haven’t discussed whether one-on-ones are permitted or not.
“Are you sure?”
