Page 39 of Stolen Holidays
I bite my lip and look away, hoping he takes the move as worry instead of amusement.
“Scarlett? Please,” he begs, and I’m not sure what he’s begging for.
“Well…” I pause long enough to gauge his reaction.
“No, please, no. Don’t say it, short-stack.” Levi places the bag and pregnancy test on the kitchen island and tugs his hair.
Guilt bubbles in my stomach at the wild and crazy look in his eyes.
Hold it together, woman.
I push off the counter and walk towards Levi, wrapping my arms around his waist. “It’s going to be okay.”
“No, it’s not. The boys are almost out of diapers, and now this. Scar… Fuck, baby. I-I should have gotten the vasectomy. I’m so sorry. I—”
Cupping my worried husband’s cheeks, I force him to look at me. Our blues collide, and the same sparks that shot through me when we locked eyes from across the room at that bar in Mexico hit me again. “It’s going to be okay.”
“How can it be? We already have four kids. I don’t want two more. I was being a pussy. I should have just done what you asked.”
“You were being a dick. Dicks are weak. Pussies are strong,” I correct.
Levi shakes his head, fighting back a laugh. “Fine, I was a dick. A big, fat dick like the one in my pants.”
I roll my eyes at him. I mean, he’s not wrong, but I want to hear more about being right.
“I’m really fucking scared, baby. I don’t know whether I can handle another set of twins. And with our luck? You know it will be twins again. I’m so fucking sorry.”
“I know you are. But it will all work out.” My inner boss bitch rubs her hands together. First, a little distraction. Then the truth.
I press my mouth to Levi’s, and hot shivers roll through me at the first touch of his soft lips on mine. He’s stiff at first, but after a second, his arms come around me and his hands grope my ass. Our lips part, and our tongues touch. Electricity shoots through me, and I almost feel bad for tricking him.
Levi deepens the kiss, his tongue tangling with mine in a seductive dance. He tastes minty and like the man I married all those years ago. I pour every emotion into my kiss to soothe him. Our mouths slow to a stop, and he rests his forehead on mine.
“Levi?” I slide my hand down his chest and cup his cock over his sweatpants. The beautiful appendage slowly comes to life in my palm.
“Yeah?” His voice is hoarse, and his hips flex on instinct.
“I have a confession to make.”
Levi leans his head back and waits for me to continue. The lawyer in him emerges as he tries to read my facial expressions and body language. After almost ten years of marriage, I’m a pro at thwarting him.
Okay, fine, it’s not so much thwarting as it is using my feminine wiles to distract him. I continue to massage his dick as he fights to keep his focus on me.
“I’m not pregnant,” I admit.
“What?” Levi steps back, out of my reach. His dick tents his sweatpants, and I can’t help licking my lips at the sight.
My clit throbs between my legs, ready to get to the makeup part of this little scheme. “I’m not pregnant,” I repeat.
“But?”
“That’s Callie’s test. She’s pregnant. Not me.”
His shoulders sag, but his brows furrow at me. He’s a little pissed. Good thing he can’t stay mad at me for long. “You let me believe we were going to have a baby. Why the fuck did you do that to me?”
“Because you were being a big baby. At least, this way, we know for sure you don’t want more kids, and you can get the vasectomy done without a second thought. Then we can go back to fucking like rabbits, and I don’t have to have this damn IUD anymore, and we won’t have to worry about more devil twins popping out of me.”
Levi throws his hands in the air then doubles over, resting them on his knees as he tries to slow his breathing. “Woman, that was one dirty trick. What would you have done if I had been happy about the pregnancy?”
