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“What do you mean Errin is working tonight at Lucky?” Donovan furrowed his brows in confusion.
“You heard me. Fuckin’ Bunny is tearin’ up my joint as we speak.” Brennan grumbled.
“Why the fuck would you…?” He let his words trail because he saw no reason for Errin of all people to work for him.
Brennan sighed. “I didn’t. Ask Pops. Fuck. Ask Sean. That night of her birthday, you know, Halloween… well, certain things happened. But you know Pops, and now he’s butting in. Telling her that she can work at the pub. And now I’m stuck with her.”
Kate entered the living room and narrowed her eyes at Brennan. “Sorry but would you please stop talking about my sister that way?”
“Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry. But she’s just so annoying,” Brennan said before clearing his throat.
Kate lifted her brow but didn’t say anything. He shook his head knowingly. “Sorry. I guess I need to work on that.”
“Hmm. Yeah, you sure do.” Kate mumbled as she walked over to the couch, but instead of sitting next to him, she perched her tight, round globes on Donovan’s lap. He twirled a strand of long brown hair around his index finger.
Brennan cleared his throat and said, “I better get back before the place is burned to the ground.” He winced at his own words and mouthed “sorry” at Kate. She waved his brother goodbye and turned in Donovan’s arms.
They sat in comfortable silence and he felt at peace—not only with Kate on his lap and in his home as she slept in his bed every night, although she’d said she wouldn’t move in with him—but also at peace with his own tormenting thoughts of the ways he could lose Kate. The thoughts about all that could go wrong or what she could be put through by some maniac asshole had been pushed to the background.
Sure, he still checked up on her. But nowadays he just sent her a text and waited, most of the time patiently, on her reply. Not once had he tried to trace her again. He came close to losing her by his own wrongdoing, and that had been enough for him to wake the fuck up.
As he sat there with Kate on his lap, he thought back to his piece “Bitter Regret.” He gave the painting to Kate after she’d found her way back to him through the maze on the playground. She instantly started to cry when her eyes traveled the brushes of paint when she’d revealed it in her bedroom.
Okay, more like bawled her eyes out. The family portrait of Donovan and Kate with a dark-haired boy on Kate’s lap and two little baby girls on Donovan’s knees had been too much for her to look at. She’d gasped and didn’t stop crying for the next half hour.
When he’d told her that it was what he’d envisioned for them to have, but what they nearly missed out on, she understood why he’d called the piece “Bitter Regret.” Ever since that afternoon, things had never been better between them. Now that they had a vision of what was at stake, they both were sure to make it work.
Kate had found the piece too confronting for her taste and said she wouldn’t hang it up on her wall. But not Donovan. No, he said he would hang it in his apartment as a reminder to not fuck it all up again. So whenever he fucked his cupcake on his desk in his home office, he filled her pussy with his seed and looked up behind her, seeing his future family hanging on the wall. Call him a sick bastard, but every now and then, he wished for his seed to fill her belly up. But, yeah, that was for the future.
Kate hummed in appreciation when he rubbed her back. She curled up against him as she sat on his lap. She really resembled her cat, Gloria, right then, and he chuckled.
“What?”
“Hmm. Just thinking that you look like Gloria right now. All curled up and purring at my touch.”
“I love your touches,” she breathed against his neck. She turned to straddle him and looked into his eyes.
“I love you, Donovan.”
His heart skipped a beat. He held his breath for her to take it back, but she didn’t. She leaned in and licked his lips. When he opened up, she took control of the kiss. That was a first for them, and he was proverbially sitting on his hands as to not steal her moment.
She grabbed the back of his head and ushered it down. He planted an open-mouthed kiss over her erect nipple, over her white, button-down shirt. When he pulled back, the wet spot made her shirt see-through and he got a good look at her hard peak pressing against her lacy white bra.
“Fuck. I love you too. I love you, and I want to take you.”
She breathed, “Yes. I want you.”
“Do you want to keep going? Have your way with me for once?” He grinned when he saw her flushed cheeks. She was so damn cute.
Kate nodded and stood from his lap. He hadn’t expected that. What was his cupcake up to? Kate turned around and unzipped her black leather pencil skirt. It fell to the ground, and she stood in front of him wearing only a white button-down shirt and a white laced bra and matching thong on that round ass—teasing him. He smacked her cheeks twice, and she glanced over her shoulder to eye his erection behind his jeans.
“I want to sit on you. But like this…,” she said before biting her bottom lip.
She backed up to his lap in reverse cowgirl. She held his knees in a tight grip and rocked back and forth against his dick. Oh, his cupcake could be so naughty. He liked that she was willing to try new things and let him see what she’d fantasized about.
“You want this?” he demanded while trailing the seam of her thong.
“Yes,” she answered softly as she rocked against him.
