Page 46 of Ruin Me Sweetly

“Just warn me if you’re planning to make me a granny.”

“Warn me if I’m about to become a big sister,” she countered.

“Well, about that… you’re going to be a big sister.”

Her jaw fell open. I could see the inside of her mouth. Her eyes went wide as saucers. Her screech was ear-splitting.

Her hug was everything.

Luke and Zach piled through the door, each trying to shove the other out of the way first.

I smiled, holding my daughter, savouring this moment, committing it to memory.

The moment our family grew.

But this was girlie time.

“Everyone out,” I said still holding Amber in my embrace.

Chapter 23

Luke

The shower was at the perfect temperature. I’d stopped inviting Bella over to my house, wanting the end result of the renovation to remain a surprise. All of Sadie’s awful contemporary fixtures and fittings were gone. My house needed to be a home, not a designer showroom.

I turned the water off and reached for my towel. The door creaked open, and Bella stood there, staring. She crossed her legs and leaned against the doorway. My eyes travelled from her bare legs up to the tiny slip of black silk and lace that barely covered a thing.

This was not the reaction I’d expected, not after everything about Poppet and Zach had come out tonight.

“Tonight was difficult for me,” she said, letting her eyes drift leisurely down my body until they paused on my dick.

Had this been anyone but Isabella, I would have covered up and run for the hills. It took me straight back to when I was carefully constructing my trap—I mean, when we first began dating. I saw the same hunger, only this time there was ownership.

Phase four was in progress.

She stepped closer, bare feet padding softly against the tiles.

“But then you showed me why I risked my heart for you,” she whispered.

My towel slipped from my hand.

“Why I’m willing to kneel for you,” she murmured, placing a hand on my wet chest.

My heart began to beat a little faster, and then she lowered herself to the floor, dragging her hand down my body as she went.

I never got a chance to process it before her tongue moved up my thigh, licking away the water. Her hand slid down to my pelvis, fingers running through my well-manicured pubes.

What the fuck was happening right now?

She cupped my balls, kissing each one. Steam still curled off my skin from the shower, and the scent of my body wash—cedar and something sharper underneath—mixed with the humidity clinging to the tiles around us. I tried to breathe, but my breath turned ragged, any excess blood I had rushing straight to my cock.

“You gave me another child,” she said, before sucking one ball into her mouth, moaning as she stared up at me.

She gripped my hardening cock, lifting it as she sucked and released my ball, her wet lips smacking with every pass. Her tongue swept beneath them both, swirling around each in turn. Water still dripped from my thighs, running down to pool somewhere beneath her knees.

Her head dipped, taking the other ball into her mouth. It was engulfed in the same hot, wet heat as the first, before her tongue began to lick.

My cock rose to the challenge, her hands moving up and down my still-damp legs, my dick freestyling over the crown of her head, droplets from my hair falling to land against her shoulder.