“You need to eat more.”
“That’s not turning me on.” She yanked on the ends of my hair.
“I want people to see our Gummy.”
“You mean you want to.”
I grinned. “Yeah.” I traced my fingertip around her navel. “I want everyone to see who belongs to me.”
She dug her nails into my neck. “Possessive much?”
I pulled her into me. “Very.”
“I do not belong to anyone,” she said, even as she melted into me.
I drew a circle along her stomach. “This says otherwise.”
She pointed to her mouth. “This says otherwise—” Her phone rang. “It’s Holt.”
She looked at me in awhat do I dopanic.
“Answer it.”
She swiped the screen.
“I’ll be by the garage in a little while,” she said in lieu of a greeting.
I pinched her nipple at the sharp tone of her words. She clenched her teeth and batted my hand away.
“I’m sorry,” she blurted out.
I kissed her fingertips in approval.
“I don’t want to fight anymore. I know I’ll say some other stupid stuff. I can’t just turn it off.”
She bit her lip at whatever Holt said. I lifted her by the hips and peppered soft kisses along her stomach. Her hand wove through my hair.
“Can you tell Baker I didn’t mean to ruin the wedding? And that I’m happy for both you.”
Her fingers kneaded my scalp.
“I mean it.”
I rested my cheek against her stomach.
“Yeah. We’ll come to Dino’s tomorrow.”
Her grip on my hair grew painful.
“I’ve got something to tell you.” She paused, and I wrapped my arms around her back. “I’m pregnant.”
I looked up at her and mouthedwe’re.
“Well, I’m sorry you lost a bet,” she snipped. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Everything good?”
“He said to tell you he’s going to punch you when he sees you.”