Page 133 of My Ex's Brothers

“Drawing you a bath,” he says before I can even finish.

“You don’t have to do that,” I groan as I remove my shirt. “I can?—”

“Oh hush. I’ll do it, and you’ll like it,” he says, the words humorous but also sexy as hell.

Ever since that day he told me he loved me, he’s been different. And ever since I told him I was pregnant, he’s been on another level. While we won’t be able to determine who the father is for a a little while, I’m fairly certain we’re all crossing our fingers for him.

We all agreed it doesn’t really matter who the father is. Regardless of how it happened, this is our baby. All of ours. It might have been sudden, it might have been somewhat unexpected…I was taking my pills finally and thought I was safe, but…

I guess that one percent really is all it takes.

Still, all things considered, I know that no matter what happens this baby will be so loved, and while I might have been initially terrified about having another baby so close to Lyla, there’s also a part of me that feels relieved.

Now my babies will grow up together and be close in age, and that itself is a wonderful thing. I didn’t have any siblings, so knowing Lyla will have one makes my heart swell all over again.

“Fine.” I roll my eyes as I take my bra off and shimmy out of my skirt.

That’s when I notice Dane is watching me from the bathroom door, intently.

“See something you like?” I tease him.

The dark gaze he settles on me is all the answer I need.

“Where are your panties?” he asks, his tone dark and humorous. He knows damn well where they are. He just wants to hear me say it so he can get all dominant. Which, honestly…I can’t say I dislike thenewerside of Dane that I’ve been getting to know these days.

“On the garage floor,” I say as I slowly saunter up to him. The sound of the water running is soothing, and steam heats the room. I slide my hands beneath his shirt, looking up at him with awe. His dark eyes peer into me and he grins, the sight a thousand times hotter than it should be.

“Naughty little girl,” he says. “You know better.”

I move to unbutton and remove his shirt, and he lets me. The sight of him standing before me, solid chest and muscles on display, is too much. My hands slide down his chest and settle on the waistband of his chinos.

“Maybe you should teach me a lesson,” I say with a grin.

He only shakes his head as he kisses me. “Get in the tub, sweetheart,” he says softly as he leaves me in the doorway, heading to turn the water off.

I can’t help that I pout as I make my way over to the tub.

He helps me in, and I look up at him for a moment. “Aren’t you coming too?” I ask, flashing my eyelashes at him.

“Is that what you want?” he asks with a grin, but I can see him working at his pants.

“Mhmm,” I say, biting my lip. When he drops his pants, his cock bounces free and my insides heat all over again.

God, if I’m like this at three months, what will I be like at six months? Eight months, even?

“Well, how could I ever deny such a request?” he says as he moves toward the tub. I scoot up a bit to make room for him and the water sloshes out of the sides as he gets in.

I giggle as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me back into him. His arms encase me and he kisses the side of my face, near my ear. I melt against him, closing my eyes as the warm water hits me. It’s soothing and feels good. Relaxing.

A moment later he lets go, and I smell the overpowering scent of lavender and vanilla. His hands slip and slide together as he lathers them with shampoo, and not a moment later his hands are in my hair, lathering me up.

His fingers massage my scalp and I groan.

“Oh my God, Dane, that feels so good…” I mewl.

He chuckles. “I know.”

His tone isn’t sweet. It’s cocky.

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