Page 11 of Bred By the Rock Star Next Door

We spend the next two hours slowly exploring the rest of the town. She shows me Starlight Books, and we check out the menu posted outside of Le Bonheur. We have coffee and slices of pie at the Maple Street Diner. I feel like an asshole keeping my sunglasses and hat on while we eat, but Kaci insists that it doesn’t bother her.

“If you take them off, you’re going to get mobbed,” she whispers, then quickly straightens up as our server comes over to refill our coffee cups.

We spend the rest of the afternoon hanging out in the park, lying on the grass under the dappled shade of a big oak tree. We people-watch for a while, and then Kaci reads to me from one of the books she bought earlier in the day. Then we lay on our backs, my girl’s curves tucked into my side as we look up at the clouds.

“There’s a bear,” Kaci says, pointing at some fluffy clouds right above us.

“And a giant boot.”

“Where?”

I point it out. “Right there.”

“Hmm. I don’t know, Devon. That looks more like a cowboy hat to me.”

I love hearing her say my name. I loved it when she was moaning it last night and I love it now, slipped so easily into casual conversation. I’ve heard a million people scream my name, but it feels far more incredible to hear her say it.

I look over at her, watching her as she continues to search the clouds. My heart pounds away, helplessly smitten with her. She’s the one. It’s so obvious to me, and yet still so stunning.

I want to write a thousand love songs for her. I want to watch her belly grow large with our child. I want to make a life together.

“There’s one that looks like a guitar,” Kaci says, pointing again. But I can’t pull my eyes away from her. She tilts her head to the side and smiles. “You’re not looking.”

I lean in and brush my lips over hers. “I know.”

Her breath goes shallow. She lets out a soft whimper. I can see her physically trying to control herself. “Should we get some takeout and go back home?”

Home. I love how that sounds coming off her lips, too. Vague thoughts of what our future home will look like flicker through my mind.

I pull myself up off the grass and hold out a hand to help her up. “What are you craving, beautiful?”

She looks like she wants to say something suggestive, but she bites back her smile. “How about Thai?”

Half an hour later, we’re back in my apartment, a bag of takeout in hand. It feels so good to take off my disguise and chuck it to the side. Kaci starts to get plates and things out of my kitchen, and I love how easily and naturally she moves around my space. That’s exactly how I’d describe everything about us, really: natural. It just feels right. Feels destined.

“Hey, before we eat, I have something for you,” I say, pulling out the little stuffed bear that I bought at the general store.

When Kaci sees the gift, she stops what she’s doing and her whole body seems to change. She smiles at the stuffed toy and gently strokes its fur.

“This is so sweet, Devon. Thank you.” She looks up at me with those gorgeous eyes of hers and then steps closer and rises up on her toes to kiss me.

The stuffed bear presses between us as our lips meet. Her kiss ignites something deep and raw within me, and I kiss her back, slower this time. Kaci sighs against my lips, and we keep kissing, our tongues slipping into each other’s mouths.

She tosses the stuffed bear onto the counter and presses her curves against me. My cock throbs, quickly thickening against the softness of her lower belly. I turn us around and push her up against the wall, our kisses still slow and deep.

She’s aching against me, her hands gripping my shirt now. When I smooth a hand down over her full hip, she lets out a needful moan into our kiss.

I pull my lips from hers, the heat of her lips lingering on mine. “Should I get a condom?”

“No,” she says. “I want you to get me pregnant.”

Fiery heat surges through me. “You mean you want us to have a baby. Together.”

Her cheeks flush with pink. “Yes.”

“Good. That’s what I want, too.”

“Is that crazy?”

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