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Dad gives my arm a gentle squeeze, then lets me go so he can rest his hand on my sister’s belly. “I have a feeling this little one’s going to be a Brookstonian, too.”
Erica smiles tightly. “We’ll see.”
She excuses herself from the room, and I do the same, stopping by the bathroom to splash some water on my face. When I return to the kitchen, I find Erica and my mom talking in heated whispers by the double ovens.
“What about what I want?” Erica hisses.
My mom shushes her gently, saying, “I know. I know...”
I set the pitcher down on the island, prompting my sister to whirl around.
“Is everything okay?” I ask.
Erica folds her arms atop her belly.
“It’s the baby quiches,” she says tersely. “The last batch you brought out was overcooked.”
My mom shoots a strained smile my way. “It’s fine, sweetheart.”
Anger burns my throat like acid. Erica has always been a difficult person, but this past year she’s gone from notably grumpy to downright intolerable. And I’ve had it. My mom doesn’t deserve this after everything she’s done to make this day—her day—special.
“Erica, my mom worked her ass off planning and prepping your baby shower. The least you could do is show a little gratitude. I realize you’re upset that your own mom couldn’t be bothered to come to your baby shower—”
“Alexis, that’s enough!” My mom doesn’t raise her voice often, so when she does, I know I’ve crossed a line.
Erica’s self-righteous expression wavers as a tear runs down her cheek. I haven’t seen my sister cry since the day Dad walked her down the aisle.
“Excuse me, I need to...” She lumbers out of the kitchen without finishing her thought.
Disappointment is clear as day on my mother’s face. “What you said to your sister was hurtful, Alexis.”
I shrug, at a loss. “She was being a total douche.”
“At eight months pregnant, she’s allowed to be whatever she wants. Shit–” Mom pulls a tray of burnt baby quiches from the oven, then sighs. “—hand me the biscuit cutter, please. I need to whip up another batch of crusts.”
“I’ll do it.” I grab the biscuit cutter and a package of short-crust pastry from the fridge and get to work cutting out circles.
I gain no satisfaction from making my sister cry, but somebody has to stand up to her. I know I’m right. Ifeellike I’m right. So why do I feel like the asshole?
Chapter Ten
Gavin
“Professor Dunn, how am I supposed to wash these dishes with you distracting me?”
I skim my fingers back and forth across her nipples. “You have a 4.0, Alexis Kelley. I’m confident you can multitask.”
Arching her back, she lifts onto her toes and rubs her ass over my cock. Alexis offered to wash up after breakfast. I told her she could help, but our joint clean-up effort quickly took a salacious turn when she tried to splash me and got water all over her pajama top.
Now I can’t keep my grabby hands off her breasts. It doesn’t matter that I’ve had her in my bed all night. Every touch feels fresh and yet familiar. I reach into her underwear, finding her already slick. Knowing she’s wet for me makes my cock throb in my sweatpants.
She moans as I move my fingers in delicate circles over her clit.
This past month with Alexis has been intense and enthralling. I can’t remember the last time I felt so absorbed in anything that wasn’t work. Equally mind-blowing is the fact that I’ve found it easier to concentrate at work, as if knowing she’s mine has instilled a sense of serenity.
I don’t have to wonder when I’m going to see her next, or how long I’m going to have to wait before I can taste her again.
She allows the plate she’s been holding to sink into the water as she grasps my sweatpants in her soapy hands. My pants slide down my hips, little by little, until my cock jumps to attention between her legs. She rocks back and forth, gliding over my erection with only her panties between us.
