Page 54 of Amor Prohibido

“Can I shit with the door open?”

Her face contorted in disgust. “Ugh! That is a definitefuck no!”

Belly laughing at her repulsion, I moved around the room while trying to ignore her attention searing me like a hot poker. After laying out my duvet and chucking a couple of pillows at the bed, I slung my arm around J’s shoulder and walked her to the kitchen.

“So, roomie, want me to make you lunch?”

I caught the unexpected elbow to the ribs with anoomph. “Don’t call me roomie. That’s in the same category as my full name.”

“If you don’t watch it, I’ll call you little sis.” As soon as the words passed my lips I could have died. The suggestion was the worst kind of fucked up. A choking sound made its way up my throat while Jax reared back in horror.

“Ew! Christ, I take it back. I’ll never call you that.Ever!”

“Aaaaand, this is where I ask you to move the hell out of my house,” Jax wheezed through her laughter.

“It’s not funny, goddammit woman.” Despite my exclamation, my composure broke further by the second, making it increasingly hard to remain scandalised. Her laughter was contagious.

Jax gripped the kitchen counter and took a series of deep, calming breaths. “You’re right. That sounded so fucked up. Hilarious though. You should have seen your face when you realised what you said,” she snickered.

I pushed aside my embarrassment and took a second to visually drink her in. After all the heavy shit we’d been through, the sunshine created by her wide smile was a welcome change.

“You just sit your ass on the couch while I make us… pancakes?”

Her face lit up further. “Ooh, waffles?”

Happily obliging, I fished through the kitchen cupboards for everything I needed. If nothing else came from me living here, we would still share a friendship, and in six months’ time, two children. But would I be happy with just being the daddy on the side? No. I wouldn’t be.

So, you know what they say: when in Rome, make waffles for the girl you knocked up, proposed to, then moved in with, all the while trying to ignore how goddamn hot she is.

Twenty minutes later, I had my arms loaded with a big-ass pile of waffles, plates, cutlery, berries, bacon, maple syrup, and butter. Yeah, I could have done two trips, but that would mean I’d have to do two trips.

I found Jax sprawled on the couch, one leg resting over the back and the other tucked up by her ass. She had an arm behind her head and the other idly ran over the swell of her stomach. This unguarded vision of her made me pause and gulp. The way her leg wrapped around the couch cushion had my mind flashing back to that same leg wrapped around my back while she lay beneath me. The recollection stopped me in my tracks.

With my arms loaded, I couldn’t adjust my junk. The best I could do was sidle past her, giving her my back, and focus on not dropping everything from my laden arms—all the while conjuring up all sorts of heinous images to encourage my semi to back the fuck down.

I eased down beside her after she clicked off the TV and moved her legs.

“Still hungry?”

She hesitated. “Uh, yes...?”

“You can’t answer a question with a question; it’s against the rules,” I teased, loading a few segments of waffle and fruits onto her plate.

She gnawed on her bottom lip again and eyed the maple syrup and bacon. “Just one for the moment, and plain. I don’t think I can stomach anything too sweet or fatty. Yes to berries though.”

I handed her the plate and smiled when she rested it on her tits, right up under her chin, and took a tentative nibble on a waffle segment.

She caught my smirk and slapped the segment down on her plate.“Whatis funny?”

“Nothing’s funny, J. You’re just as cute as a button sitting there like that.”

She slammed her plate onto her legs, easily getting riled up and looking sexy as hell while doing so. “Like what?”

“Relax, sweetheart. I’m not trying to provoke you. I’m just… I’m glad I’m here.”

Her smile warmed her eyes. “Same. This is nice. Everything is nice.”

We sat in companionable silence while I loaded my plate with all things fattening, adding extra bacon since Jax didn’t want any. She eventually broke the quiet with one hell of an unexpected question.

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