“Rome…” I breathed out, wiggling in his lap, trying to get his fingers to slide into me rather than back and forth over me.
I felt him shift, his hard length pressing into my stomach. Then suddenly, his teeth bit down on my ass cheek, most definitely leaving marks. His hand gripped my skin there, plumping it up so that he could take all the bites he wanted. “This ass, this pussy, this little virgin hole”—his thumb pushed where I knew I’d never let a man enter—“they’re all mine.”
I tried to push myself up to respond, but his arm bore down on me. “Rome—”
“Tell me they’re mine. And tell me we’re moving in together so I can reward you instead of punish you.”
His thumb was working my ass, and his fingers were sliding back and forth over me, just hovering at the entrance. I couldn’t hold out if I tried. “I’m yours, you wicked fucker. You can move in. Now, give me my reward.”
His fingers shifted, his thumb went deeper, and he held me down as I arched and rolled. I clawed at the car seat and hit a high faster than I was proud of.
I climbed on top of him and took what I wanted, or maybe he took what he wanted as he met me thrust for thrust.
After we rearranged our clothing and straightened our appearances, he mumbled to me, “Stonewoods might be coming.”
“As in Brey and Vick?” I glared at him. That meant acknowledging the ‘mommy club’ side of having a baby. I’d avoided it. I hadn’t seen them since the news of the baby, and even speaking to Brey on the phone had been a strain. Fortunately, like a good friend, she was quick to back off. Vick wouldn’t be able to do that, though.
I sighed and texted them to confirm they would be coming.
When we walked in, I was a little taken aback by the lux décor and the pastel colors of the clothing.
“You’re pregnant!” Vick squealed so loud that everyone in the boutique winced and the saleslady jumped. She barreled in through the glass doors ahead of Brey, Jax, and Jett.
Everyone exchanged hugs and handshakes as I mumbled for Vick to keep it down, but the woman was vibrating with so much excitement, I swear she looked like a high-maintenance chihuahua shaking over having its first treat.
No one was calming her down. Jett stood back with Jax and Rome, all of them in suits, not really wanting a part of our conversation for the next hour.
I wanted no part of it either, quite frankly.
“Neither of you had to come,” I mumbled as I picked at one of the pieces in the store. The clothing was made of silk, all pastels and bright shades, and the price tags were gold colored, no doubt representing how much each piece would cost.
“Of course we did,” Brey responded and nudged my shoulder. “The guys thought it would be good to start here. For security purposes, right?”
She caught me scrunching my nose and I didn’t even care. “Not for me, that’s for sure. You both wear these kinds of outfits, but I don’t.”
Brey side-eyed me and looked down at her attire. It was a flowy white top with black pants. She wore green earrings that made her eyes pop, but that was it. “I’m going to go with no comment.”
We both glanced at Vick who was energetically throwing clothes over her arm. “We can try on all these outfits! We’ll have to add some extra color, but the material is perfect. You’re going to—”
“I’ll fit in them for two weeks. I’m shopping for maternity clothes.” I pointed at the pyramid of clothing draped over her shoulder. “Those will fit me for two days.”
“You’re tiny. I don’t think you’ll pop in the first trimester.” She turned to Brey, her eyes razor sharp with determination. “When did you start showing?”
“Probably five months.”
“How far along are you, Katie?” Vick was like an investigator for a top crime show.
“They think eleven weeks now,” I answered. “But I’m not here to shop for—”
“You’re the queen of the bratva now. Let us spend the money.”
“You’re married to Jett Stonewood, Vick. You’ve been spending money like it grows on trees for a while now.”
“Not true.” She turned to Jett. “We keep a tight budget, don’t we, babe?”
“Pix, you have every piece of clothing from every boutique in this city. I don’t know what budget you’re talking about.”
“Excuse me, you told me the sky’s the limit for some, but not us. That’s what you said.” She smirked at him.