Page 12 of Risky Business

TIA

My husband is completely smothering me. He’s lost his mind, and I’m about to lose mine. After the whole passing out in public scare, Hawk proposed. Actually, he demanded that I marry him, and I didn’t have the heart to put him through any more trauma so I happily accepted.

My parents wanted a big fancy wedding, but I put my foot down. There’s no way I could survive wedding planning and morning sickness at the same time. And my parents refused to even consider letting us have a baby without making our relationship permanent.

We ended up having a small, intimate ceremony in my parents’ back yard with only our immediate family, and everyone was happy. It was the first time my brothers met Hawk’s siblings, and we laughed until we cried at their antics. Landon and Dante tried their hardest to best the two Knightleys, but they failed miserably.

Having all the siblings around has been great since my husband refuses to let me lift a finger. He makes sure there’s always someone around to look after me. Hawk even hired a full-time housekeeper to make sure I don’t “overexert” myself.

“Hawk should be home soon, so I’m going to head out. I have dinner plans.” Raven hands me a glass of lemonade. “Do you need anything before I leave?”

“I’m fine,” I reassure my sister-in-law. “I really can stay by myself during the day. I’m a big girl.”

“You scared the holy shit out of my brother.” She shakes her head. “It’s going to be a while before he loses the caveman attitude.”

“I know.”

After Raven leaves, I lay my head back and stare at the ceiling until I drift off to sleep. My eyes pop open when I hear the garage door going up. Oops. I guess I was more tired than I thought.

“How’s my little kitten doing?” Hawk walks into the living room and sits next to me.

“Fine.” My teeth snap together. I think I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. “I’m fine, the baby is fine, I’ve drunk enough water today, I’ve rested enough, and I’m about to go out of my mind with boredom.”

It’s been two months since we found out about the baby, and I’m already so tired of being pregnant. I’m so over waking up every morning ready to puke and going to the bathroom fifty times a day and gagging at the sight of coffee. Coffee. This little one won’t let me drink my favorite drink. Urgh.

“What can I do for you?” Hawk leans over and kisses the skin below my ear. His over-the-top sweetness was awesome for the first few weeks. Now, it makes me want to punch him in the balls.

There is one thing he can do to make me feel better. A mind-shattering orgasm should do the job. “You can take me upstairs and fuck me.” I shock us both. That’s one thing that has only gotten better with pregnancy. My hormones have turned me into a sex-crazed maniac.

“I’ll do anything for you.” Hawk stands and lifts me into his arms. “Even take one for the team.” He wiggles his eyebrows, and I throw back my head to laugh.

“I do love you,” I tell him. “And I love this little one, but pregnancy sucks.”

“Then we’ll be happy with one child.” He kisses the side of my neck and rushes up the stairs. “I don’t want you to suffer through this again.” His words melt away the rest of my unease. “Now, let me see if I can make you feel better. At least for the next few hours.”

When my husband sets his mind to something, boy does he ever do a good job. His enthusiastic lovemaking exhausts me so much, I don’t even get up to pee in the middle of the night.

The next morning, I’m sitting on the edge of the tub watching him shave. “I think you need to love me to sleep every night. That was the best night of sleep I’ve had since we found out about the baby.”

“We can definitely arrange that.” Hawk looks back at me in the mirror. “I live to make you happy.” He smiles at me and my heart melts. Our relationship might’ve been fast, but so was my parents’ and they’ve been together forever.

“I love you.” I walk up and press myself to his naked back.

“I love you, too.” He spins around and pulls me into his arms. “Now, go lay down and rest while our little bun bakes in your oven.”

“Yes, master,” I growl and turn to storm from the bathroom.

“I’m glad we’re on the same page. You can call me sir or master from now on,” he calls behind me, and I pick up a flipflop to throw at him.

“Not in this lifetime, buster,” I growl from the doorway.

“We’ll work on it.” He walks naked across the bedroom, and my pregnancy hormone-induced sex drive flares up. “Don’t look at me like that,” Hawk groans. “I have an early meeting with the tour coordinator for Pussycat Rebellion.”

“Okay.” I sigh, disappointed I can’t jump his bones. “But I expect you to make it up to me when you get home tonight.”

“It’s a date,” he promises and gives me a kiss before heading out the door. “I’ll get my business out of the way, then come home and work on my Risky Business.” He wiggles his eyebrows and I laugh at his silly expression.

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