Page 110 of Rule Breakers Fall Hardest

With that, she darts away. I give my dad and brother a look that saysdon’t do anything stupidand hurry after my wife.

She’s already scouring the refrigerator when I step into the kitchen.

“Let’s throw in a couple of pizzas,” I say, sidling up next to her.

She nods, pulling two supremes out of the freezer. “We need to go for a grocery run soon.”

I nod in agreement, searching through the fridge for drinks. We’re low on those too, so I head to the cabinet and pull down glasses and fill them with water.

My dad and brother have no one to blame but themselves since they didn’t give me a heads-up.

When I turn, Rosie’s right there. On instinct, I hover close and pressmy lips to hers.

She startles, wide eyes big and bright when I pull away. “What was that for?”

“I haven’t kissed you enough today.”

Her cheeks are flushed when I step around her to take the water glasses to the two idiots in the living room.

They seriously flew here unannounced, got the surprise of a lifetime, and are hanging out on my couch like nothing major has happened.

It’s like I’m in the Twilight Zone or something.

When I return to the kitchen, Rosie is sitting on the island, chewing on the edge of her thumbnail.

“Nervous about something?” I ask, stepping between her legs.

If my family wasn’t a room over, I would lay her back right here and now and devour her.

“Yeah.” She swallows audibly. “I’m scared to tell my mom. She’s not going to understand.”

My stomach sinks. “What do you mean?”

She frowns, eyes dropping from mine. “She’s not going to like that I’m playing house with you with someone else’s baby.”

“Oh.” I rub the back of my head, shame washing over me.

She splays her hand against my chest, the warmth of it soaking through the fabric of my shirt. “You know how our world can be—she’s going to see it as a failure on my part, since you already have an heir, so to speak.”

I huff a laugh. “That’s ridiculous.”

“I know that. But it’s the way she thinks.”

Rosie’s mom could be a hundred times worse, but between her antiquated ideas and the way she talks about Rosie’s weight, it’s enough for me to hate the woman.

“Your mom sucks, Rosie.”

It’s perhaps not the right thing to say, but I can’t help it.

She lets out a heavy breath. “I know.”

In an effort to distract her, I lean in, ghosting my lips over her right cheek to her ear. “I’m still thinking about last night. Your pretty little pussy was right there, and I didn’t even get a taste.”

“Daire.” Her voice shakes, and she grips my shoulders. I’m not sure whether she’s trying to steady herself or keep me at bay.

“Have you thought about it too? Do you want my head between these thighs?” I move my hands down her body and give said thighs a squeeze. “Do you want to come on my tongue?”

She whimpers and squirms against the quartz countertop.

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