Page 4 of Devotion

“Careful, I hear that’s dangerous,” Kingston taunted. “Especially for a man of your advanced years.”

It took everything in me not to comment.

Sunday offered me a sweet smile. “What is it, Daddy?”

I took a few steps forward, pushing her back towards the bed. “Exactly. I’ve been thinking our wee one needs a playmate.”

“Does she?” Sunday’s eyes sparkled with mirth.

Another few steps. “Definitely.”

“Right now?”

Her knees hit the bed, and I stopped walking. “Right fecking now. Let me put another baby inside you, Sunday.”

I didn’t even get a full heartbeat to enjoy the look on her face before Kingston cleared his throat. “Actually...”

“No one is talking to you, Mister Farrell.”

“Maybe not, but I’m pretty sure you’re going to want to hear what I have to say.”

Sunday bit her bottom lip, struggling not to laugh, and I huffed out an aggrieved sigh. “What is it that’s so important you just can’t hold your fecking tongue?”

“You’re gonna have to wait at least ten months before you can ‘put another baby inside her,’ ” he said, taking a page from Sunday’s book and doing an impression of me.

“What? Why?”

“The oven is full. There’s no room at the inn. There are no vacancies at Hotel Utero. The bird already caught the worm.” When I didn’t immediately reply, he rolled his eyes. “She’s up the duff, man. You and your swimmers are too late. You’ll just have to wait until next season.”

My gaze flicked to hers and it was then I knew she’d been keeping this from us all. With a little shrug, she said, “Sorry. I was going to tell youalltomorrow when we were together, but someone beat me to it.”

“You’re the one who sat on my face, beautiful. You know you taste different when you’re preggers.”

“I should’ve known. You do smell different, darlin’.” My fingers went to the cleft between her thighs, sliding through the slick coating her before I brought them back to my lips and sucked her off me. “Mmm, yes. Fecking Christ,you are my favorite honey. But when you’re carrying my child, it’s something akin to a delicacy.”

Kingston cleared his throat again. “Excuse me. That one’s mine. I made that deposit directly.”

“How the hell can you know that?” Sunday asked.

“You went into heat last month, and I took care of you in the forest. Remember that cave? You rode my knot all night.”

Even after all we’ve done, she was still quick to blush. “It’s a bit of a blur,” she admitted.

“No it’s not. Not with that face you’re making,” Kingston countered, his eyes dropping to his erection. “We did bad, bad things, didn’t we, Jake? Positively filthy, especially once the others joined in.”

My palm went to her belly, gaze trailing over her and taking in the subtle changes we’d all have noticed soon. Her breasts were fuller, nipples darker than usual, and there was just something about her presence that changed when she was carrying.

“Any child Sunday bears will be mine,” I said softly.

Her expression softened. “Don’t you dare make me cry, Father Gallagher.”

“Never in my bed, darlin’ girl. Unless it's cries of pleasure.”

“Pretty sure you made her cry when you took her over your knee during your last session.”

“I said what I said, wolf.”

I carefully pushed Sunday backward until she fell onto the bed, legs splayed, glistening cunt on display for me.

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