Page 40 of Hostile Love
“Take him down, Indy.” Sinéad sucks the rest of her water dry, making slurping noises.
I waggle my brows at him.
“Who says Gio doesn’t teach me how to behave? Ask him yourself when he comes back with my popcorn.”
“Jesus fuck, Indy. Stop.”
He lunges at me and clobbers me over the side of the head with a feather filled cushion.
“I don’t ever want to hear that shit.”
Giggling, I take a swipe at him next.
“But it's okay when we have to watch you maul Sin. You’re like one of those big drooly dogs.”
“He’s a dog all right.” Letterman chucks another cushion, smacking André in the face. “Woof!”
“Motherfucker.”
André shakes his head and then, out of the blue, catches me off guard when I roll my eyes.
He grabs my ankle, drags me to the end of the bed, and flips me onto my stomach like a rag doll.
“Any last requests before you die, little girl?”
The mattress dips under his weight as he moves beside me and gently presses a pillow to the back of my head, pretending to suffocate me.
“Got anything my brother should hear before I show you who the real champion is?”
I’m laughing too much to speak. Sure, I could retaliate and kick the fucker in the balls, but I’d rather not bump into Sinéad. If that happened, he might just kill me for real.
“If I die today, tell my husband he has my permission to strangle you. And then let him know he’s the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“He’s the only sex you’ve had, Indy.” Sinéad laughs.
“Right…fuck…enough…fine…”
André rears back and takes the pillow with him.
“You win, Indy,” he groans. “You women are vicious together.”
On all fours, he crawls up the bed and settles alongside his wife, stroking her pregnant belly before he grabs her face and covers her mouth with his own.
Their kiss is hot, violent, and so full of lust he practically sets her on fire.
“I can’t wait for the day you throw me around the bed again, Dré,” Sin whispers. “I feel like a ridiculous China doll locked up in a doll's house.”
“Six more weeks, Wifey.” He winks. “Then your body is all mine again.”
Letterman’s radio crackles and a male voice announces the arrival of a female doctor.
“She’s early,” he says into the device while catching André’s eye. “The doctor is on her way up. She’s ahead of schedule for your checkup, Sinéad. Are you okay with that?”
Sinéad sighs. “Yeah, let's get it over with so we can watch a movie. I’m craving sweet popcorn now too.”
“Don’t worry.” I smile. “I’ve no doubt Leo’s arms are full, with enough bags of popcorn to last the week. They’ll be back any second.”
André doesn’t move from her side when the door knocks. I sit upright and slap his shin.
