He wraps his arms around my waist, so I’m flush against him.
“I want you both to be happy too. It’s all of us. Not just me. You two aren’t my little fuck toys.”
He grunts.
“We can be if you want us to be,” he winks.
I slap his hard chest.
“Like tonight, I would have liked to sleep between you both,” I say quietly. “I think Rowan needed that.”
He kisses my temple.
“Then, maybe, we make this one big house? Buy somewhere new where we all live together. One fucking huge bed. Because, Bella, as much as I cherish you. I need fuckin’ space from my brother.”
I can’t help but laugh. I can see that.
“Okay, we can work on that bit. But I like spending time with you both. Not separately.”
“I get it. But, sometimes, it will have to be separate, just to keep us all sane. If that’s okay?”
His hands squeeze my ass.
“And sometimes, I want my girl all to myself. I’m a little selfish.”
I wrap my arms around his neck as he lifts me easily, my legs locking around his waist.
“I can deal with that, Irish. Now, take me to bed.”
His brow arches. “I’m not the one who lets you make the rules, remember?”
I kiss him, surrendering control. “I know. I just want the punishment, Reggie. I gotta keep being a brat so you keep taming me. Otherwise, you might get bored.”
He growls against my lips. “Never. I’d never get bored of you.”
81
REGGIE
I wait for Bella to be sound asleep. The taste of her still on my tongue. It’s a shame to leave her while I’m this comfortable with her in my arms, but I gotta check on Rowan.
I creep out of bed and toss on some sweatpants, heading straight to the connecting door.
“Rowan!” I call out as I enter.
“In here.”
As I turn the corner, I find him nursing a glass of whiskey, watching some boxing on the television.
“We gotta talk, bro,” I tell him, taking a seat on the other couch.
He huffs. Knocking back his whiskey.
“I’ll go first.” He turns to look at me with a glare.
“Why have you been hiding the fact Lyla is saying she’s pregnant with your baby, Reg. Since when did we ever have secrets?”
I choke on a cough.