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These are the moments I have to look forward to. Days playing catch on the field with my little man. Or if he chooses, throwing the football, swimming laps, band practice—whatever he finds thrilling, I’ll be there.
“Oh, stop. You look incredible, Tenley. I hope when I’m pregnant, I look just as sexy,” Kodi intervenes.
“You’re not wrong, Kodi. She looks fucking delicious,” I tease, licking my lips. I know my forwardness will earn me a kick from Tenley.
Thump.Right on time.
“Shut it, asswipe,” she bites back, smiling under her playful jab. I lean forward to whisper in her ear, “Stillwaiting for you to give me access to that hole, little venom. I’d like my time to shine.”
I watch her body freeze, realizing what I’m insinuating. “We don’t do that, August.”
“Oh, so now I’m August?” I question. “What happened to asswipe? Did I scare you away?”
But in true Tenley fashion, she doesn’t back down. “Not for a second.” Just when I think she’s done, she treads forward. “Figured you’d want the front hole first?”
My smart girl.
I grin. “Oh, very much so, my love. I’m just planning ahead,” I warn her, noticing everyone around us has gone about their own conversations. Tenley’s attention, however, is zeroed in on me.
I stroke her thigh higher, loving the feel of her smooth legs against the roughness of my palms. “When you realize you’re in love with me, which let’s face it, you will.” That earned me a notorious Tenley Abrams eyeroll, but I continue, “I’ll have you begging for my cock in any hole it can fit.”
She gulps, and my eyes trace the motion at her throat. The way the slenderness of her neck leads to the most beautiful collarbone. She’s filled out with pregnancy, leaving her with a radiance that can’t be compared even in a distant fantasy. There’s not a blemish to be found across her dewy skin, making me want to run my tongue up the length of her perfect design.
“August,” her voice draws out, breathy and wavering.
“Not here. Later, Tenley. Don’t lose this feeling.” My breath coats the shell of her ear, delighting in the goosebumps that spread like wildfire across her creamy skin.
She takes a long pull of her ice water, and I take this as my chance to massage the tension at her neck, working myfingers under her tight muscles and running soft circles across her back.
“We can leave,” Tenley suggests seductively, making me chuckle. “You can’t touch me like this and expect me not to turn to mush.”
“Not happening. I’m enjoying this too much,” I tell her. “Besides, we haven’t had dessert yet.”
“Why don’t you just take me?” Heat rushes across my skin and my rock-hard dick twitches in my pants.
Fucking hell.I’ll never not love how forward she is.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I ask her, catching Callaway’s eye from across the table. I know he’s wondering why I’m touching Tenley like this in public. We don’t do PDA, and everyone here knows it.
But she’s mine, and I have no desire to conceal it.
Tenley nods, oblivious to the looks we’re getting and losing herself to my touch. “Stop fucking teasing me, August. It’s not cute.”
Her tone is sharp, but I know Tenley well enough to know it’s because she’s turned on and wants relief.
“But it’s my favorite game to play. Don’t tell me you don’t like it either. I see the way your thighs tighten when my voice draws near. The goosebumps that surge across your skin when I heat the sensitive part of your neck. And wanna know something else, little venom?”
She shakes her head, and I laugh, bringing my lips to the shell of her ear. “I bet if I slip my hand inside your panties, I’ll find them drenched. Isn’t that right? You’re soaked, and you and I both know it.”
I coast my hand higher, nearing the edge of her mini dress, before a slender hand stops me. “Don’t even think about it,” Tenley’s confident voice whispers harshly. “I may be horny but I’m not about to orgasm at a table full of ourfriends. You want me? Then we leave, and I’m yours. But have some class, Graves.”
As much as I hate when she calls me Graves, it’s also kinda hot. But I secretly love that she’s the only one in our group who calls me August.
“Never. Class isn’t my style, beautiful. You know that.” My smirk is arrogant and everything that Tenley claims to hate. The quirk of her lip reassures me of that. She loves my healthy ego.
“Attention,” the tiniest voice yells across the packed restaurant.
All conversations come to a halt at the sight and sound of Addie Briggs, held in her daddy’s arms with her hands cupped over her mouth. For a two-year-old, the girl talks like she’s seven.
