Page 51 of Resisting You
Noah
Exactly thirty-seven minutes later, we were back upstairs in our suite at the Maple Grove Inn. Rosa carried Birdie and I carried … everything else.
Literallyeverything. Yvonne made sure we had every possible thing we might need for this puppy, including but not limited to food, weewee pads, toys, treats, and a crate. And thankfully, the inn lifted their no pet policy for me because I asked so nicely.
That and because I signed a few autographs for the night manager and her nieces.
For now, it seemed, we were good to go.
Birdie gave a big yawn and went right into his crate once I had it set up. It was big enough for half of it to be his bed and the other half to cover with weewee pads.
Rosa looked on, bewildered as she finished putting away the food Yvonne sent us home with. “Well that was easy. Don’t dogs usually hate the crate?”
Momentarily transfixed, I tore my gaze from her skimpy tank top and skirt that skimmed over her hips, and I shook myhead. “Not necessarily. Some dogs really take to it and the crate becomes their bed and safe place.”
Leaning down, she bent across my lap to pet Birdie who was already curled up in the corner of the crate, falling asleep. “Goodnight, little guy.”
I groaned as her pert nipples brushed against my hardening erection and dropped my head back on the couch, muttering.
“Are you okay?” she asked, sitting up again.
“Yep. Great. Fine.”
“You look… stiff.”
Another groan slipped through my lips. “You’re mean.” When I snuck another glance at Rosa sitting beside me, I noticed she looked… different. Nervous fingers twisted in her lap and she chewed her bottom lip while she stared at her feet, still tucked into pointy heels that look like torture devices. Reaching down, I grabbed her feet and brought them up to my lap, slipping the shoes off one foot, then the other. The skin on her feet was red, a little swollen, and lines indented where the shoes had pinched.
Her brows pulled together. “What are you doing?”
“Those look painful. Thought I’d help.” I pressed my thumb into the arch of her foot and quickly, any objection she may have had disappeared with her groan of approval.
“Good?” I asked, adding pressure and gliding my hands up her calf.
“Don’t ask stupid questions.” Her eyes fluttered closed and I swallowed my chuckle.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Despite the massage she was clearly enjoying if her sighs were any indication, tension still twisted her brows down and her mouth into a frown.
“Are you okay?” I asked, not stopping the massage.
She turned those wide brown eyes up at me. “Yes. Yeah. Of course.”
I cocked my head. “Well, that was convincing.”
She sighed. “I was just thinking about the night we got married. Do you think we… you know… had sex?”
My stomach tensed at the thought that this was stressing her out and I paused, my fingers kneading the ball of her foot. “I don’t think so,” I said. “But I guess I can’t say for absolute certain we didn’t. I don’t remember much about that night. But, I mean, it’s not like we were naked the next morning.”
She nodded. “That’s what I thought, too. But maybe I should take a pregnancy test. Just to be sure?”
My breath hitched and my heart sped up in my chest. “Are you late?” That should scare me, but it didn’t. Why doesn’t the thought of Rosa being pregnant with my baby scare me?
“No. It’s probably too soon for a test, anyway.”
“I dunno. The Tripps are very virile. I mean, my mom and dad didn’t plan on five kids… just saying.”
She gave a little snort-laugh and with her free foot, gently kicked my thigh. “What a weird flex.”
