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"Yes I am."

The surprise on her face — shock, actually — teased a laugh out of him. "I'm way past caring what your brothers think of me. I want to be friends with them, but they'll have to accept me as I am, Santa shirt and all."

Jamie leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I adore you, Gavin Douglas."

"I've got a thing for you too, in case you hadn't noticed."

Her sweet laughter tickled his senses and his heart.

Whatever might go down this afternoon, he had no more worries about losing Jamie. Nothing, not even her stern older brother, could take him away from her ever again.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Rory

I walked into the kitchen, halting a few centimeters inside the doorway to admire the vision of my wife bent at the waist in front of the open refrigerator door. She had one hand on the door, the other one thrust inside the refrigerator while she rooted about for lord knew what, probably something decadent and filled with lush cream and rich, dark chocolate. Her erse jutted up, her tight pants accentuating the lush curves and the separation between those tempting cheeks.

Emery wiggled her behind.

Bod an Donais, that body. I couldn't stop myself. I strode up behind her and splayed my hands over her rump.

She twisted her head around to flash me a naughty grin as she held up a package of eclairs. "Hungry?"

"Famished." I gave her backside a light squeeze. "Ahmno looking for that kind of food. Ahm craving the taste of you,m'eudail."

My wife straightened and spun around, pasting her soft body to mine, her hands on my chest. "How did the meeting of manly men go?"

"Gavin agreed to come back this afternoon. He doesn't know why." The feel of her breasts mounded against my chest made thinking bloody difficult. I would've rather torn her clothes off. "Could we talk about Jamie and Gavin later?"

Emery tapped one finger on my chest. "Are you sure this big event is necessary?"

I groaned, realizing my hopes of ravishing my wife had been dashed. I wanted to fuck. She wanted to talk.

As usual, she understood my feelings before I did.

"We haven't had sex in almost twenty-four hours," my irresistible wife said. "I know how you get when you're sex deprived. I hope you didn't take it out on Gavin."

"Maybe next time you should sit on my lap while I talk to my sister's fiancé." I reached down to palm her behind. "Not that I'd be able to think that way."

Emery looped her arms around my neck. "I'm letting you do your silly macho thing with Gavin. After this, you owe me one."

"Anything you want, my wicked little angel."

She shimmied her hips. "Anything?"

My cock throbbed with a need only her body could quench, and I hissed, "Aye, anything."

"I want to tell everybody about the baby."

"Wouldn't it be wiser to wait —"

Her hips moved again, the sensation maddening, and she wagged a finger at me. "No more procrastinating, Rory. I know you've still got a minor hang-up about expecting things to go wrong, but nothing will. You've got me, forever. And soon you'll have this baby, our baby. Everything is perfect, let's share the good news."

She was right as always. Thanks to her love and belief in me, I'd shed most of my inhibitions about enjoying life — and all of my sexual inhibitions — and I'd come to accept I deserved the good things that came to me. I deserved Emery. Even if I didn't, though, I would never give her up. Not a chance in bleeding hell. She was mine forever.

It seemed only fair since she'd owned my heart and soul from the moment we'd met.

My wife boosted onto her toes and let her lips skim mine. "I get why you're putting Gavin through this test thingy, and it's almost sweet."

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