Page 86 of Grump Daddy's Baby

He sends me an unamused glance before returning it to my engine bay.

I smile at the fact that he’s thinking about the future and all of us together for vacations or grocery trips.

Is this when you know you’re getting old?

When the bar doesn’t sound appealing anymore and your biggest pieces of excitement are weekends with the family and spending time inside?

Oh shit.

I try not to cringe at that thought, thinking back to the night I met Kai at abarand how quickly a few months have flipped me on my ass.

With a baby inside me.

His baby.

But it’s not as terrifying as it used to be. Not when Kai has been nothing but supportive and conscious of showing me how much he loves me in his daily life. Showing me that everything is going to be alright and he’s another half of my support system.

Yesterday, he bought me flowers and seemed so uncomfortable about it. When I asked him what was wrong, he said he didn’t know if I’d like them and he’d rather give me his cock instead to show me how much he felt about me.

I took both.

“I like my Jeep,” I claim truthfully, earning those blue eyes again. They don’t look even slightly amused about my love for my ride. “It’s taken care of me.”

“I’m taking care of you now.” He steps back from the car and straightens his spine. “And this thing is a death trap.”

“It’s a Jeep.”

Kai fixes me with a solemn look as he steps closer. “I want my woman in a tank with my children.”

A small chuckle rumbles from my throat because that’s not doable, obviously. “And where would you get one of those?”

“I’ll find one.”

I lift my head and slowly drop it because I’m obviously not buying the whole driving a metal contraption thing. “Right.”

“You don’t think I can?” With each inch in my direction, my skin tingles as he erases the space between us. “I want my girls safe.”

“And they want you to come inside to eat.”

Kai reaches for me, fingers wrapping around my forearm as he pulls me to his chest. His palm falls right to my ass before he leans over and hovers his lips over mine.

“Is that the only reason why you came out here?”

I smile because this man will make me change my mind on the fly just by the hunger in his eyes and the way he makes me giddy with excitement. “It was, but now you’re becoming a bad influence on me and I’m conjuring up other things.”

“And what may those be?” He presses a soft kiss to my cheek and trails a path of them to my ear.

“I think you’d enjoy me getting down on my knees and you taking your cock out.”

He grunts before his hard length is pressed into my upper thigh. “Then what?”

“I’d run my tongue up to the tip, testing how many times I can do it before I can make it twitch in my hand.”

“Won’t take much.” His mouth roams down to the column of my neck as he begins kneading my ass. “Are you going to wrap those pretty lips around it?”

“Eventually.”

“You want to torture me,” he accuses lightly, grazing his teeth against my skin in satisfying punishment. “That’s not very nice, baby.”

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