Page 39 of Rough Return

He nodded. “I know.” He swallowed hard, heart in his gut.

“You do?” Her eyebrows squished toward the center of her face. “I thought you…”

“No. I was being stupid.” He glanced at her stomach. A baby. His baby. No way he could run. Kye had been right. “You… I guess you got what you wanted, huh?”

She watched him from narrow eyes. Her lips formed a tight line. “Oh, yeah. Exactly what I wanted.” She shrugged. “Husband who’d rather sleep in the back of cars than with me. Who all my best friends think is a traitor. Again. Who only married me because my dad had a gun to his head. And now a baby for him to ignore, too. Isn’t that every girl’s dream?”

He could stand her sarcasm. Even the absolute incorrectness of every damned thing she’d just said, but the tears in her eyes undid any resolve he had left. His plan to leave left without him. “Fiona…” He moved to sit beside her and draw her against him, almost sighed when she didn’t shove him off the couch. “I just want to say, for the record, that there isn’t any place I’d rather sleep than with you.”

“It’s these damned hormones.” She sniffled and pulled away to dry her eyes. “I haven’t cried this much since…” She glanced up, pointed a slow smile at him, and ran her hand down his arm. “Since that day you left me at the mall.”

“You cried?” God, if she knew what it had taken for him to walk away, to not tear that sexy little get-up off of her, she would have been prancing around with pride, not crying.

“I was so humiliated. I told my friend Jackie all about this guy I was going to give my virginity to. I mean, I had such a crush on you and being twenty years old and a virgin in a place where virginity isn’t quite the honor it is in church was horrible.” She shook her head. “Then I had to go crying back to her how that guy didn’t want me.”

He chuckled and pulled her close again. “Oh, God, Fiona. If you only knew how much I wanted you.” He stroked her arm with his thumb. “I didn’t walk right for a week.”

“You walked out on me well enough.” She let her hand drop to his lap. “I have a distinct memory of watching you slam open the dressing room door and stomp through the lingerie store so quickly you made a breeze inside.”

It was easy to smile about it now, when it was the lightest of the heavy things they needed to discuss. “I’m sorry. If I had known how important to you it was…”

“You’re the one that took me for the wax and spray tan. Who watched me buy an ounce of perfume for four-hundred-dollars because of the pheromones.”

And she hadn’t needed any of it. “If it wasn’t for Max, I would have…”

He didn’t finish because the hand she’d dropped onto his thigh was no longer inactive or stationary. It brushed against his zipper, and his cock came to life. With one simple touch from Fiona, it threatened to burst through his zipper.

“Max isn’t here now.” Her voice came on a breathy sigh as she flicked the button of pants open. And God help him, he yelped. “And even if he was, he sanctioned this whole thing. You. Me. A baby.”

They needed to talk about the baby, needed to figure out what to do about missing shipments and whether or not the Screaming Demons would be holding a bonfire tomorrow night to celebrate his death. But damned if he could think of one reasonable thing to say about any of it. And any thought faded when she slid off the sofa then knelt in front of him.

She smiled and wrapped her fingers around his dick, stroking lightly at first. “You know, I wanted to be the one who made all the rules for us. In bed and out. But…” She slid her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip and when her tongue swirled around the head, he almost lost it. This woman knew how to shred all of his control. She looked up at him. “Turns out, I like when you tell me what to do. When you watch me. When you spank me for breaking a rule.” She lowered her head again. “But tonight, I’m the one who’ll be giving all the orders, who is going to tell you what to do.”

“Yeah?”

“The first time anyway. After that… we’ll see.”

His mouth went dry and his pulse pounded in his ears. “As you wish.”

She took him into her mouth this time, and when he closed his eyes, she stopped and lifted her head. “Watch me.”

He opened his eyes, watched her for a second before his eyelids fluttered closed, and she stopped again. “Grier, you’re not listening.”

This woman and her magical mouth. “I can’t help it. It’s so… incredible.”

She stood to straddle his lap then climbed off. “Take your pants off.” His dick, still in her hand, twitched. When he stood, she stood with him. “And do it sexy.”

This might have been payback for when he’d made her get dressed just to strip for him. But he didn’t care. Something about that predatory look in her eyes made this so hot.

And she’d danced on him, gyrated until he couldn’t stop touching himself until she bent over in front of him. Oh yeah. He would return that favor.

He pulled out his phone, hit an icon and said, “Play Fiona’s dance mix.” A slow steady pulse of music pumped out the speaker and he stroked his cock in time to the beat while she watched, eyes glowing, breath a little faster.

When he moved closer and thrust his hips forward, she reached for him, and he moved back. She lowered her hand and sat on the edge of the coffee table. The music picked up tempo and he swirled his hips. Now his cock had her full attention, and he had to stop touching himself when she slipped her tongue across her lower lip.

He took her hands and guided them under his shirt. And in a fair is fair kind of move, she tweaked his nipples so that he gasped.

“You like that?” She did it again, then pulled him closer and pushed his shirt up enough she could take his nipple into her mouth, pinch it between her teeth.