Smirking, Hugh said, “Whoops, I kissed the wrong body part.” Watching her eyes widen was a sweet victory over the vixen.
“You ass!Thatwas your kiss. Now get the hell out of my room and go golf!”
She slapped his chest in a teasing way, but her hand never lifted. Instead, Rowan let her fingers trail over his chest, her palm settling over his abs. She lookedveryinterested. Hugh couldn’t help but feel some masculine pride over that.
Hugh didn’t give Rowan any warning before he leaned forward and sucked one of her nipples deep into his mouth.
“Hugh, God.” Rowan gasped, arching her chest, offering him a feast.
He spent several minutes worshipping her breasts and under, her scar. She could have died that day. He would happily love that scar because it meant Rowan was still alive, still here with him.
Hugh felt her hands on his scalp, anchoring his mouth exactly where she wanted it. Her hips were rocking against his stomach where he’d flattened his body over hers. He licked, sucked, and bit his way over both breasts. His sex ached and throbbed with every moan.
He’d been a second away from freeing himself when someone knocked on Rowan’s door. They both froze, one of her nipples deep inside his mouth.
“Hugh Darcy O’Faolain. I am walking back into my room to get dressed. You had better be outside of Rowan’s bedroom before I’m done. Is that clear?”
Jesus. Hugh was positive he was too old to get scolded over being in a woman’s room. He slowly let Rowan’s breast slide from his lips. He gave one last kiss to her wet, distended nipple before answering his mom.
“Very clear, Mom.” Rowan’s shoulders were shaking, and when Hugh shifted his body off hers, she was laughing so hard tears were silently streaking from her eyes. “Do not say a word, and if this moment reaches my sons’ or your sisters’ ears, therewillbe payback.”
Wiping her eyes, she swallowed back her mirth enough to choke out, “I wouldn’t dream of it, Hugh.” Since Rowan was still topless, he was distracted, but he didn’t miss her sarcasm. “You better get dressed before you get inbigtrouble.”
“Perfect timing,Row. We just finished lunch. Pat and I did a Mexican spread. My sweet boy, Jonathan, was quite satisfied with the effort. He’salwayshungry. Rave and Bran are almost finished clean—” River gasped and stopped talking.
There’d been a ton of racket in the background when Rowan had called River, now it was pin drop quiet. It finally clicked. “Oh my God, Riv! I love the name Jonathan for my sweet nephew.” Rowan knew Matilda would cry her eyes out.
“What the hell, River?” Patrick complained in the background. “You said we had to wait to tell, and you just spewed it to everyone.” At River’s whispered apology, Patrick must have moved closer because his voice was louder when he added, “No, babe, I’m glad everyone knows. I’ve been dying to tell! I get to tell the middle name, though,” he teased.
Everyone was laughing now. Raven must have been talking to River’s belly because she heard her say,Auntie Rave loves you, Jonathan. “Hey, put the phone by your belly, River. I want to say hello too.” After Rowan got in her hellos, she got to say hello to a wide-eyed Daniel. “Auntie Row can’t wait to get home and see her sweet boy.” It was missing these types of events that made Rowan super homesick.
“I can’t wait to come home,” Rowan admitted. “So, Patrick, what’s the full name to be?”
“His full name is Jonathan Sean O’Faolain, named for both great-grandfathers,” Pat announced proudly.
Bran and Raven, and Rowan exclaimed how perfect it was. “I still think we should wait to tell Nanand Tilly. I promise to not let pregnancy brain or food comas let me tell them,” River laughed at herself.
“Are you going to tell Hugh?” Rowan would love to hang knowing the name of his newest grandson over his head.
“Yeah, I will. Bran and I were about to call him anyway before he heads to the Club. They’ll be playing all day with the lunch breaks and cocktails, I’m sure.”
“Oh, he left about fifteen minutes ago. You might want to try him pretty quick.” When neither Patrick nor Bran responded, Rowan thought maybe she’d lost the connection. “Did I lose you guys?”
“No, no, we’re here,” Raven assured.
River snorted, “We were just taken by surprise that you’re admitting Hugh was in your bedroom.”
“With the door closed, I heard,” Raven added.
Rowan could feel embarrassment burning her cheeks. Obviously, she’d planned on talking things through with her sisters—but not everything, and certainly not in front of Hugh’s sons. “H-h…how…who said that?” she finally asked.
“Gran called me.” Rowan could hear the smirk in Bran’s voice.
Raven butted in then. “Your grandma called my phone when I was in the shower. You answered it and wheedled it out of her.” Rowan could hear the exasperation in her sister’s voice.
“That’s what I meant, babe.” Bran had the nerve to chuckle. “Gran said she wasn’t sure what you to were ‘getting up to,’ Gran’s words, but it wasn’t knitting, she said.”
“Was Dad installing a new shoe rack for you, Row? Is that why he was in your room?” Patrick was quite the comedian this morning.
