Yes, I freely admit I will not stand for another freeze out. I’ll just do what I’d done in that hotel room and seduce her hide till she’s writhing and begging me to fuck her, but I far prefer my saucy minx crawling all over me to a woman I have to heat up.
Piggish, yet so true.
My other concern is adding stress to her already full plate. She’s been expanding by leaps and bounds since we’d returned home two months ago, and waddles around like a cute little duck, her hand firmly planted in her back, as if she’s holding herself up with the thing.
“You gonna stop daydreaming anytime soon, or can we get a move on with this contract?” Brody gripes, tossing a dirty lunch napkin at me. “Jesus, man, you’ve been distracted since you got married, and as much as I love Ash, I’m starting to think she’s got your balls in her purse.”
Ever since he’d let go and let God and allowed Cammy to bag him, the man has been insufferable.
“Everything’s done. Just get Ducane to sign it, and we can move ahead. Oh, and bro, I have my balls right where they belong. Under my dick. It’s you I’m worried about, since my little sister cut you down and took your nuts. Who the hell wears a bloody pink silk tie?” I ask with a smirk, grinning when the arse smooths a hand over the fabric and grimaces.
“She gave it to me for my birthday. Not like I had much of a choice,” he grumbles, flicking at the baby pink swath. “That woman is loony tunes. I caught her checking out wedding dresses online. I haven’t even thought about that shit yet, and she’s planning the whole thing.”
I laugh, feeling a little lighter as he groans and grumbles about crazy females and their little club. For some reason that has my alarm bells ringing and I sit back, tapping my lips, contemplating.
“Cammy said you were engaged.”
“Uh, that would be a no. She only said that shit to give your mom a heart attack. We’ve only been together a few months, and we haven’t even…you know.”
Huh.
“And that would be because…?” I ask darkly, narrowing my eyes at my best mate.
I have no trouble letting Cammy run roughshod over him and giving her a little help here and there, but I refuse to watch her give her heart to a man who is not capable of returning her affection.
I’d throw away years of friendship and even look for another VP to save her from more heartache. She’d grown up wanting love and not getting it; I’ll make sure she does even if I have to beat this man to death and find her one worth her heart.
My tone and whatever he sees in my face alerts him to his mistake, and I watch him swallow before his face hardens.
“You mind your wife and I’ll mind mine, Jasper. Fair warning: I won’t tolerate shit from you while I bring my woman to heel.”
Huh.
“Still got one nut in there, huh? Good for you. Break my sister’s heart and I’ll break every bone you own.”
His smile is back in full force, and I laugh, feeling the world right itself once again. Good, now I can go back to worrying about my wife and the little monster I put in her belly.
Love the kid, really I do, but the little bugger is draining my love.
“What’s got ya so tense, man?”
I release a breath and scrub at my neck, closing my eyes on a sigh.
“Ash isn’t doing so well, the children are running wild, and my unborn child seems to be growing like a weed. The poor woman looks like she swallowed a beach ball, and she’s only just over six months along.”
Brody whistles and purses his lips, giving me a pointed stare.
“Dude, I’m gonna do something that’ll chap your ass, but it’s gonna win me some much needed respect with my woman.”
“Yeah, what’s that?”
“I’m laying down a grand and that winter place you got in France that your girl’s breeding more’n one little Jasper heir in her belly.”
My face, I literally feel it pale as blood rushes out of my suddenly pounding head and settles somewhere in the vicinity of my gut, making me feel woozy and lightheaded.
I’m up and out of my chair, running for the door without a word, when I hear Brody laughing heartily at my dilemma.
Twins?
Well fuck me.
Chapter Thirty Four
“Lucian, goddammit! Stop that shit right now and put me down!”
“Shh, love, we’re just going to a doctor’s appointment,” he mutters, cradling me in his arms and carrying me to the waiting car.
“Hey, Mrs Jasper.”
“Hi, Harry, how’s your wife?” I ask, glaring at my husband when he attempts to buckle the seat belt around me and curses when it won’t go around my girth.