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They were naked in a flash, and the man felt so good inside her that it didn’t take long to turn into a quivering heap beneath him. However, the bad habit they had yet to break reared its head, their sensibilities clouded in passion.
“I want you to have my baby, Rai.” Lucas groaned, moving inside her and so close to orgasm, she felt him shudder. “Do you want to have my baby?”
“I want to have your baby.” She locked her legs around his waist. “Come inside me, Lucas. Let me have your baby.”
ChapterTwenty-One
Lucas lifted a serving dish over Raina’s head while she setmezeplatters, appetizer and side dish platters, on the table. The dinner now consisted of members of the immediate and extended Daniels family; two of his sisters, Marianne and Brittany, and his brother Jonathan; Marianne’s daughters; and Delilah had also invited her pitiful friend, Oliver Samson because he was unable to make it home for the holidays.
Roughly twenty people would be dining with them. To prepare, they hired a moving crew to clear out the living room furniture as the kitchen wasn’t large enough to handle the “small restaurant’s worth” number of guests.
Raina popped a red lentil patty into her mouth, and in addition to making sure everything went as smoothly as possible, he paid attention to what she ate.
The stress of her decision to host hit her hard on Sunday, and it hadn’t let up all week. She’d shared that one of her warning signs that she might need help was a sudden, prolonged loss of appetite, so they ate as many meals together as they feasibly could.
“Is the macaroni and cheese done yet?” she asked.
“All done,” Delilah yelled from the kitchen. “Guel, how’s the rice?”
“That’s done, too,” Miguel said. “Hopefully, it tastes as good as my mother’s. Now, the only thing we’re waiting on is the desserts. Luc hooked us up with the baklava, Raina threw down on the sweet potato pie…” He chewed. “I picked upBizcocho, and it looks authentic, and Pops said he and Mrs. Daniels are bringing a second cake.”
Delilah looped her arms through one of his. “Guel, you’ve been eating since we got here. What are you eating now?”
“You need to try this, Lilah. I mixed some leftover mac and cheese with…what’s this called again, Luc?”
Lucas took a second count of the number of chairs.“Ezme.It’s spicy tomato salad.”
“So, Turkish salsa, basically,” Miguel said. “Shit is good. We need to do this again but as a fusion.Ezmemac and cheese.Arroz blancowithdibi. You know some Dominican rice with grilled lamb would be ah-fucking-mazing.”
Delilah laughed.
Lucas finished arranging the chairs around the extra-long connected rectangular tables and then scanned the room to see if anything else needed their attention. Delilah and Miguel had been there since last night, and they’d told all their guests they were starting earlier than they truly were in hopes of having everyone show up on time, as his family was notorious for being late.
Everyone was either staying at a nearby hotel, B&B, or at Miguel and Delilah’s, and he’d stopped Raina just shy of offering anyone else rooms at the house. There was no way she would have been able to handle it.
“Where’s Raina?” he asked.
She appeared from upstairs, munching on afataya, which he learned was a beef empanada, except she’d switched out the beef for a seasoned ground mushroom and walnuts mixture.
“Babe,” he met her at the bottom of the steps, “are you okay?”
“Mm-hmm.” She chewed, nodding. “I’m all right. I just changed out of the greasy clothes.”
“If you need me, tell me.”
“Lucas, you cooked sixty percent of everything today and still helped get the house set up. I don’t have to tell you when I need you. You seem to know.”
He kissed the twisted strands of her hair. “I’ll go change. Oliver texted Delilah that he was on his way. I forgot that he might be on time.”
She laughed. “I’ll let him in. Be nice.”
“Are you talking to me or yourself?” he asked.
“Mostly myself.”
The guests slowly funneled in.
With each new arrival, the chatter steadily rose, along with the number of shoes near the front door, but they over-purchased guest slippers to have enough to go around.
