Page 6 of Rough Cowboy
Like the irresistibly seductive way, his magnetic force draws me in now. “It’s not like one of us can knock you up.” He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth. “Been there. Done that.”
I don’t know why I want to punch him in the face and fuck him simultaneously. That’s on me. That’s my messed up daddy issues.
Silver’s eyes don’t leave mine. “Are you supposed to be showing this much already? Aren’t you just a few weeks pregnant?” He loudly sucks in the air between his teeth. “Maybe you got twins in there, and you’re gonna sprout as big as a horse.”
I feel my face twitch. “I hate you.”
I do, even if I want to strip off his belt and let him slap my ass with it.
What is wrong with me?
A flash of desire steals his gaze. “You didn’t hate me five months ago.”
I’m also thankful Silver knows better than to flaunt our extracurricular activities in front of Sammy. I’ve never told Sammy about my obsession with banglefucking his brother. He’s under the impression it was a one-time thing—I wish.
I plant my hands on my waist and cock out my hip. “Now you know how far along I am?”
“I couldn’t forget a night like that if I tried.” He winks, and his gaze slants down my body again. “That was before the, you know”—he motions in front of his stomach—”for lack of better words, weight gain.”
“There are better words!” I charge at him. “I’m gonna kick you in the balls so hard you’ll never have kids.”
“Alright, enough.” Sammy steps between us. His arm gently loops around my waist to keep me from striking Silver in the ballsack.
Silver whistles. “I see those pregnancy hormones are in full force.”
“Get out!” Sammy shouts at him.
“Yeah, get out!” I agree.
“What’s going on?” Lena unzips my makeup bag, her eyes darting between me and my baby-daddies.
“Silver’s as liquored as Rita,” Sammy mutters.
“Is Rita liquored?” Silver smiles, a lopsided grin showing off his pearly whites. “I’ve yet to run into my favorite redhead. You were my favorite blonde,” he says to me. “Now your, my favorite—what are we calling this new color?”
I resist telling him to fuck off or smooth my drab hair.
“Remember Rita used to sneak us booze at the town meetings?” Silver jabs a punch at his brother, then points at me. “No alcohol for the mama-to-be.”
“If he doesn’t get out, I’m gonna kill him. Like, slaughter him, and then my baby won’t have a mommy because I’ll be behind bars.”
My sister passes Sammy my makeup bag. “You bring her out. We will go check on the guests.” She pushes Silver out the door.
“I’m not checking on the damn guests,” he mutters as the door closes behind them.
“I don’t know how you put up with him.” I snatch my makeup bag from Sammy and stomp into the bathroom.
I dump the contents on the counter and catch my reflection in the mirror. A smile steals my lips. My sister did terrific finding me this stunning dress. It even accents my baby bump in a good way. I’ve been wearing oversized flannel and billowing dresses since I started showing.
“You look beautiful.” Sammy leans his hip on the doorframe.
“My streaked face says otherwise.” I squeeze a dollop of foundation on a blending sponge and dab my face.
“Listen, I know you’ve been worried about the baby reveal, so I got you something.” Sammy steps inside the bathroom and locks the door behind him.
I turn, blotting my jawline. “I don’t know what you could get to improve this day.”
He lifts an envelope.
