Page 72 of Where We Call Home

“Your eyesonly,” I repeated and pointed a finger at her.

“Cross my heart.”

I placed one arm above my head, making sure to flex my bicep a little, and held my smile. The blanket was lying right below my pecs, revealing a sliver of my abs.

Theo came closer, pulling the blanket down to lay barely above the base of my cock.

“Seriously?” I laughed and shook my head.

“Oh, please. You know you look good. Remember, my eyes only, “ she said in a suggestive tone, which made me wonder what she would be doing with these.

I posed a few more times, going with the flow as she snapped away, cheering me on.

“Yes, that’s perfect!”

I moved again.

“The lighting is amazing.”

Click of the camera.

“Give me a smolder.”

I obeyed the best I could because what the hell was asmolder?

Theo smirked, a devilish grin, as she came close and straddled my hips. Her free hand rested on my stomach, dancing incredibly close to the edge of the blanket that was barely covering my manhood.

She held the camera in the air, hovering over our bodies as she snapped another picture. Looking at the screen, she laughed.

“Now, that’s hot.”

She spun it for me to see, and she was right; hot didn’t do it justice. In the photo, you could see Theo’s bare legs around my waist, revealing just enough to be suggestive. My abs were defined, and her hand was clearly reaching forsomething.

I reached out, taking the camera from her.

“My turn.”

“No way!” She protested, putting up her arms to block her face. I took the picture anyway; her breasts were on full display.

“This one is formyeyes only.” I grinned. “Now, smile.”

Theo rolled her eyes and obeyed, cheesy as ever. Her hand covered her breasts, making the photo less revealing. I was going to frame every picture I took, maybe make my own special photo album.

I angled the camera down, snapping a photo of her covered breasts and her pregnant belly. Twisting the camera back to her, she leaned in and smiled.

“That’s a good one.”

“They’re all good ones.”

Twenty-Six

28 weeks pregnant

Baby is the size of lettuce

Getting in and out of this damn car was harder by the day. It was so low to the ground that I practically had to plop into the seat, sacrificing grace and dignity in the process.

I timed my errands carefully. Rhodes usually got home at a predictable hour, give or take some ranch-related delays, so I could count on him to help me out if needed. Waiting a few extra minutes for him was better than attempting another traumatic solo exit from the car.

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