I clapped my hands together. “I’m goin’ to be the coolest auntie ever.”
“Technically,” Dominic started, “you’re the only auntie since I have no sisters…”
“Finish that sentence, Slater, and you won’t be around long enough to see your child bein’ born.”
I didn’t need to look at the door to know Aideen re-entered the sitting room, her voice was enough for me to move my legs, with a smile on my face, as she dropped down next to me with a still sleeping Jax bundled up against her chest.
The kid slept a lot—like father like son.
“I’m goin’ to be her auntie, too,” she stated crossly. “Keela and Alannah as well.”
Without speaking, I reached my arms out for Jax, and Aideen gently lifted him from her chest, and passed him to me. I leaned back, and lay him across my chest. I couldn’t resist smelling his head, and it almost caused me to gobble him up on the spot. I leaned my cheek carefully on his head, and sighed in delight.
I could get used to this.
“Yeah,” Keela jumped into the conversation, regaining my attention. “Fuck you for suggestin’ otherwise.”
Dominic held up his hands when he realised he was outnumbered.
“My bad, I forgot.”
He was such a wuss when it came to us, and it amused me greatly.
I closed my eyes as I heard footsteps as someone descended the stairs. I listened to my family converse while I gently stroked Jax’s back, but opened my eyes when I felt like someone was watching me.
I locked my gaze on Ryder when I saw him leaning against the doorway of the sitting room; his arms were folded over his chest as he watched me with his nephew. I would have paid good money to know what was going through his mind, but I think I had a clue as to what he was thinking because I was thinking the same thing.
I wanted to come home and see him lying on our sofa with our baby on his chest. I really wanted that, and I knew in my heart that he did too.
With my gaze still on Ryder I said to Aideen, “Ado, take ‘im, will you?”
She took her son then looked between Ryder and myself and said, “I’ve a feelin’ the drought is about to come to an end, am I right?”
“Yeah, babe,” I said as I stood up, still staring at Ryder. “There’s about to be a fuckin’ storm.”
“Go get ‘im, mama.”
Without a second thought, I walked towards Ryder. His eyes flared with heat as he pushed away from the wall, and grabbed hold of my hand when I reached him. Without a word to anyone, he turned and together we almost sprinted out of the house.
“Don’t break him, Branna!” I heard a voice shout from behind us then, “I still want to be Ryder when I grow up!”
Ryder and I laughed until we got into his—no, our house. As soon as the door closed I turned to face him.
“I’m movin’ back in. Tonight.”
“Okay.”
“We aren’t usin’ a condom either, because I want us to have a baby.”
“Okay.”
“From this moment on, being a gentlemen is over. When we’re alone you touch every part of me. Every. Single. Fucking. Part.”
“Okay.”
“And I want to get married. Soon. We can figure out a date.”
“Okay.”
Every time I spoke, I took a step backwards, and every time Ryder replied, he took a step towards me.
“Just okay?” I asked. “You agree with everythin’ I’ve said?”
“Every. Single. Fucking. Word.”
Oh.
I blinked. “Do you have anythin’ else to say?”
“Yeah,” he said and shot forward. “I’m going to make you scream.”
My legs went weak, and before I submitted to him completely I said, “Promises, promises.”
With a promising grin, Ryder grabbed hold of me. I yelped when he picked me up, put me over his shoulder and beelined up the stairs, taking the steps two at a time. Like the snap of my fingers we were in our bedroom, and he had me pressed against the bedroom door, pulling my clothes from my body as he dominated my mouth with his.
I matched his hunger and kissed him back, hard. My hands pulled at his shirt, and I heard some of the material rip. Ryder growled against my move, grabbed his shirt and continued what I started. He ripped the fabric from his body and tossed it behind him. I placed my hands on his bare chest and groaned when I slid them around to his back and felt rippling muscles contract under my fingertips.
Damn.
“Now,” I begged against his lips. “No foreplay, just you inside me. Please, Ryder.”
I didn’t have to ask him twice.
“I love you, sweetness” he said.
I hummed. “I know, and I love you too.”