Free LUCI (The Naughty Ones Book 2) by Kristina Weaver Page A

thought Mummy was going to orgasm when she found out I was making her a grandmum.
    I think of a million ways that I can possibly do this all alone and raise and care for four children at once when I hear Cage stalk in right before he bellows and just snatches me up, takes me down to the mattress, and shoves at my suitcase to send it toppling to the floor.
    I’m a little dazed at the fast change in position and I finally blink up at him only to see him hanging over me on his outstretched arms, his hips cradled between my legs as he glares down at me.
    He looks so angry I feel another piece crack, and I can’t stop the single tear that rolls free and glides into my hair.
    “What the fuck are you doing, Luci?!”
                  “Making things easier on you. I know you’re probably in an awkward position here and I didn’t want to have to let you be the bad guy and send me home. I just, I wanted to do the right thing after you’ve been so great.”
    Cage’s blue eyes go so hot and furious, I don’t even want to examine the fact that my sex spasms and I feel myself get wet.
    “So what are you planning on doing? You were just going to pack your shit and walk out on me? That easily, Luci!” he yells, making me flinch.
    “No. I mean yes. I mean…dammit, Cage! You’re being a douche again. You and I both know that we’re never going to be anything more than friends again, and I also know that even if I wanted to make love with you, and trust me, my hormones and vagina are so onboard with that, that’s all it will ever be. This, whatever chemistry we still have going after everything, is all fine and well but it doesn’t mean that you have to pretend to want me here when we both know—”
    “Don’t,” he growls, cutting me off midsentence, his eyes flaring again. “Don’t you dare fucking put words in my mouth. I may not have you anymore, and you may not want me in that way, but fuck it, Luci! We’re friends at least, aren’t we? I’ve spent over a month now trying to show you that we’re friends and that I’m here for you. That’s not going to change just because you’re having four babies. Shit, that just means that you’ll need me more from here on out.”
    Responsibility. I suddenly get what Callie was talking about all those months ago when she pushed Jack away because she was afraid that she and the baby would be just another responsibility to him.
    I laughed at her at the time, but now that I’m in that same boat, damn, it freaking sucks. Especially knowing that Cage does love me, but only as a friend. Fool me once…
    “No. I don’t need or want to be coddled anymore, Cage. I am a grown woman who made these choices and it’s about damn time I faced up to them and started acting like the mother I’ll be in a few short months. I can’t continue living here and depending on you for the most basic things just because it turns out I’m a ninny. I can’t afford to be that way anymore, and I sure as hell cannot afford to get comfortable when I will soon enough be all alone with my babies. I need to grow the hell up and stop letting everyone else fix my problems.”
    “Problems? Those babies are not problems, Luci! They’re a blessing and a gift and by God I will make you believe that if I have to drag you kicking and freaking screaming.”
    I’m cut off from replying when Cage slams his mouth down on mine and starts kissing me like a man starved. I should push him away, but as his tongue spears through my lips and I feel his naked erection settle over my slit, all I can do is moan and push closer.
    Oh yes. Oh, that feels so good.
    My sex responds to the pressure of his shaft rubbing against the wet, narrow crevice, and I feel the slow, hot slide of my arousal when he twists his hips and hits the bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pressure to have me moaning into his mouth and gyrating against him.
    I’ve wanted this, needed this for so long that I can barely breathe