“Because she’s playing dumb.”
“And throwing in some attitude that this situation just don’t need mate.”
The three of them chirp, finishing each other’s sentences were the last left off. I should be mad and kick all their asses but the truth is I am so taken with these boys I can’t think straight for the need to laugh.
That doesn’t mean I’m letting them walk all over me so Devon can get what he wants, but I have to say I really like them. All of them. A lot.
“Shut up you cheeky buggers. Go wait in the car while I pack some things and talk to my woman. Thanks Logan, Grey said you’d be a better bet than him. Looks like he’s right. Now bugger off the lot of you.”
I watch slack jawed as the three boys hop to, followed closely by a grinning Logan and I’m soon left alone with a grinning Devon.
“Don’t start.” He warns, lightly slapping my hip where his hand rests. “You have two options imp. Come home with me so we can start planning a wedding or come home with me so we can start planning a wedding after I go see your parents and tell them you’re trying to marry another bloke and keeping my child.” He warns and it’s only now that I see the anger he’s been holding back in front of Logan.
“What about the third option!” I yell, flinging his arm away and jumping to my feet. “What about what I want! You think you can make me feel like something dirty and walk away and then just pop back in here when you want your child?” I ask, breathing heavily through the lump of anger wending its way through me. “I am not going to be a casualty just because of the baby.”
I stomp to my room and start running a brush through my tangled hair and throw on a pair of low riding jeans and one of Grey’s Henleys that I stole-one of many.
“You are not-”
“Spare me okay. You didn’t give me a moment’s thought until I called you and told you I might be pregnant and then next thing I know you’re on my doorstep with your pack of misfits and you’re proposing.”
That seems to hurt him and he draws back, looking at me in a way that seems more hurt than angry.
“You don’t want the lads?”
“No. Yes. Of course I love them dummy; they’re exactly like my asshole brothers. That’s not what I meant. I’m saying you can just decide you want me all of a sudden just because of this.” I mutter, waving at my belly.
Chapter Fifteen
Dev
I want to say something to her like ‘I want you for you’, ‘I’ve been fighting myself since I sank my dick in you’. Maybe something romantic like ‘you’ve ruined my dick for other women’, because I haven’t so much as tried to sniff at one since I made love to her.
Love, I snort at that and shake my head. What the fuck do I know about love? The one woman I wanted to try with just told me she’s marrying some other wanker while carrying my child.
My first instinct is to close myself off and barrel right over her, take what I want without giving anything in return. But I won’t. I want to love this woman, want her to love me and build something with me.
So I’ll just have to be sneaky about it and get her to fall for me. After I’ve put a ring on her finger and have her in my home.
“You have two minutes to gather some things and be in the car or I’m ringing you father and telling him everything.”
I walk out and slam the door behind me, ignoring the feelings of guilt as I make my way downstairs and to the car waiting for us. I can’t win her if she’s not with me and having two teenagers with dicks for brains and a college student with ambitions to become the next Don Juan, I already have my hands full.
And then I still have to run my business.
So she absolutely has to be with me, even if it offends her delicate sensibilities.
“Where’s our lass?” Garret asks, looking out the window as I slide in behind the wheel.
“Coming, she needed some time to get her things together.” I grumble, unsure and starting to sweat buckets as the minutes tick by with no sign of her.
“Don’t think she’s coming old chap.” Davy huffs, glaring at me from the back seat. “Told you, you should have let us talk to her. You’ve got absolutely no game old man.”
“Shut your yap. She’s coming.”
“Uh, if by that you mean she’s driving away in a little Fiesta, then certainly, you’re right.”
And then all three jackasses pack up and start howling when I do indeed see my imp fleeing from the scene of what I will henceforth be considering her crime.
“Fuck.”
***
Becky
“No! Absolutely not.”