I had his focus.
All of it.
And Ilovedit.
I reveled in it.
He could never be too possessive, could never guard me too zealously.
I’d never felt more alive when he glowered at every man who dared cast me a look, had never been happier than when his fingers found their way under my skirt as we danced at a gala.
Amid this chaos, he did that—he made me happy, and I knew I did the same for him.
Me:That can be arranged.
Bren:Can it?
Me:Give me a few.
Bren:Do I need to be in my hotel room?
Me:You’d better. If you whip that dick out in public and another woman sees it, I’ll be the one going homicidal.
Bren:You’d better be willing to deal with the boner you just gave me.
Me:What do you think? Give me five.
With a giggle, Nyx completely forgotten, cast to the past where he belonged, I rushed over to the table where I had a collection of things to keep me occupied.
There was a tangle of patterns for my crocheting because I was trying to make baby clothes and failing—who knew things that were miniaturized were so hard to create—and I’d been saving up crosswords because I wasn’t allowed to have the paper delivered to the compound. Underneath all that, there was my laptop.
I turned it on, then carried it over to the foot of the bed.
With that done, I reached down and shimmied out of my yoga pants.
As I stared down at my belly, I smiled as I cupped the tiny pooch.
Life was stirring inside me. A life that Brennan and I had created after years of trying. A life that I refused, point blank, to be inveigled in war.
We had eighteen years to change things, to make New York better, and I knew Brennan would for our baby. Just so that he or she never had to go through what he had. WhatIhad.
Stripping out of my loose sweater, I clambered onto the bed, opened our messaging service and tapped out:Me:You there?
Bren:At the hotel and dying for your cunt.
I closed my eyes as shivers rushed through me.
What he did to me with those dirty words... Five years on, and he still held me in his thrall.
Shuddering and wishing he was here to take charge of me how I needed, to come on my tits, to fuck me filthy, I positioned myself on the bed.
It was awkward, but he didn’t have to know that.
On my hands and knees in front of the screen, my pussy there, in the direct line of the webcam, I reached between my thighs and tapped on the ‘video call’ button.
For a few seconds, it rang, and then his face popped up. His beautiful, gorgeous face that I saw from between my legs.
He was flushed from a couple of drinks, but whatever he’d been about to say disappeared in a heartbeat as he saw my pussy.