hips until he stands so he can pull me to his chest. I don’t know how long we stand like that, but it feels like forever. All I want to do is curl up with him and go to sleep.
“I love the way you taste , and I love the way you let go the minute my mouth is on you,” he says quietly. I can feel his hard length against my stomach, and my hand starts to move towards the button of his jeans. His hand grabs mine, stopping me. “There isn’t enough time for that. When I finally get inside you, I'm going to want to take my time and have you in my bed, not here in my brother’s shower. Though I do plan on having you in the shower…just not this one,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “We need to go out to the party; everyone is going to be wondering where we are.”
“Oh no ,” I groan, rubbing my face. Everyone is going to know what we have been up to while we’ve been in the bathroom.
“Everyone’s outside.” He tilts my head back with both his hands at my jaw. “You’re so beautiful.” He kisses me softly on my lips then my forehead before opening the shower curtain. “You should just put the suit back on under your dress.”
“I'm not wearing a bikini.”
“Lil, your body is perfect, and it looks good on you. Wear the suit.”
“I thought you said —”
“No , I said that I didn’t want Kenton or Sven to see you in it, not that it doesn’t look good, because it does.”
“I don’t know.” I p ick my dress up from where it fell into the tub when he surprised me.
“Baby , look at me.” My eyes go to his. “You look perfect; wear that suit.”
“Cash.”
“Our daughter grew inside of you. I loved your body before, and I love it even more now.”
“Fine , I’ll wear it.” I can’t help but smile. I put the bikini bottoms back on, then the top before pulling my dress over my head. Once I'm dressed again, we head outside. Cash was right; everyone is out around the pool, and all the kids are playing out in the large grassy area where a large kids’ playhouse is set up. Then I see it—a large dog the size of a horse. One of the little girls is laying over its back while it walks around the playhouse sniffing the grass.
“Is that Beast?” I stop, looking at Cash.
“Yep , and the little girl on his back is July.” He laughs as we watch her try to stay on the dog’s back; he acts like he doesn’t even notice her. Cash points out each of the girls; three of them are Asher and November’s July, May, and June, and one is Hanna, who is Trevor and Liz’s Daughter.
“So Jax is the only boy?”
“Right now, yeah, but Liz is pregnant, and they found out a few days ago that they are having a boy.”
“Wow.” I look around the backyard filled with people and all the kids running around. We walk around while Cash introduce s me to everyone, then wander over to the grill where an older gentleman—obviously, Cash and his brothers’ dad—is standing with Asher.
“Dad , I want you to meet Lilly. Lilly, this is my dad, James.”
“Nice to meet you , sir.”
“Oh no , now I gotta train another one.” He points the spatula in his hand towards me. “You call me James or Dad—preferably Dad—none of this ‘sir’ business.”
“Okay.” I smile and laugh.
“I feel old enough with all my grandkids running around calling me papa or grandpa. I don’t need all my pretty daughters-in-laws callin’ me sir.”
“I'm no —”
“Oh , how sweet!” A woman’s voice cuts me off. “You want Cash’s new pussy to call you daddy.” I look up and see a beautiful woman with short shorts, a halter-top, and shoulder-length dark brown hair. She’s tall and wearing wedge heels, making her even more towering.
“What are you doing here , Jules?” Cash asks next to me, and I realize that this woman is his ex-wife.
“I came to see my son.”
“You know you’re supposed to call.”
“Why , so you can hide this bitch away? Like I don’t know that you have been
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