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“Well, if it’s all the same, I’ll hang out in here and avoid the studio.”
He kisses me on the forehead and offers a small laugh. “That’s fine. I’m less likely to be distracted if you’re not in the room.”
There’s still a hint of irritation in his eyes. I shouldn’t have brought up Tug. Brady might have forgiven both Tug and me, but he’s far from over the fact that we had a more than friendly relationship. No matter how brief or how innocent it was.
“Did you decide if you or Jesse is going to play the drums?” I ask, hoping to deflect his thoughts away from Tug. It must work, because he smiles.
“Jesse sucks at guitar.” He waggles his fingers in the air. “Short stubby fingers, so I conceded the drums to him.”
“Good.” I smile as I sink my teeth into my bottom lip.
“Good?” He lifts a dark eyebrow. “Got something against the drums?”
I shrug. “Not at all, but there’s something about you playing the guitar that does it for me.”
A pleasant, sexy laugh falls from his mouth. “Does it for you, huh?”
I bite my lip again and nod.
I’m suddenly hoisted up on the countertop. Brady shoves his firm body in between my thighs, pressing into my core. His readiness tells me he likes what I said.
His eyes smolder. “Are you trying to distract me, Sunshine?”
I am, a repeat of this morning’s wake-up call looming in my mind. “Maybe.”
He groans next to my ear. His hand moves up my leg under my sundress. He cups my sex. He holds his hand there as heat turns to fire, searing my skin. I shamelessly rub against his hand, craving his touch.
With his other hand, he pulls on the back of my hair and licks up my neck. “I love my greedy girl,” he growls next to my ear.
“You two should lock the door if you’re going to get it on in the kitchen.”
I quickly jump off the counter and smooth my dress down.
Brady groans. “You could knock, Tug.”
He’s pissed, probably because he’s in pain. I stifle a laugh.
“I could,” Tug answers with a shrug. He hands me a tub of Clorox wipes that he picks up off the counter. “You should sanitize that area.”
I chuck the tub back to him. He catches it. “You’re such a shit!”
He sets the tub back on the counter. “Yeah, but you love me.”
I roll my eyes. He’s impossible. It’s like having a kid around. I think by the time Mona is three, she and Tug will be best buddies.
“What are you doing here?” Brady asks. I don’t miss the obvious annoyance in his tone, but Tug appears to.
“I came to see if you guys wanted to grab lunch.” He glances between the two of us. Neither of us answers. “I have a gift for the baby.”
“I can’t. The guys are coming over to practice.” Brady shoots me a “you’re stuck with him” look. “Tori’s free, though.” He smacks my butt as he walks past me. “I’m going to warm up before they get here.”
Tug turns to face me, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He has way too much energy. “So…lunch?”
“I have to pee!” I shout without answering him as I sprint from the room. “Sorry, Tug, I can’t hold it.” It really is awful. I can’t even sneeze these days without losing control of my bladder.
Once I’m finished in the bathroom, I find myself in the living room. I’d come in here looking for something, but for the life of me, I can’t remember what it was. Now that I have it, I know “pregnancy brain” is not just a myth. Some days, I swear I’d forget my head if it wasn’t attached to my body.
I hear Tug’s boisterous laugh as he walks through the door. “What’d you forget this time?”
