Page 91 of Fighting for Love (Boston Love)

Glancing down at the beautiful baby in my arms, I made a funny face and was rewarded with a smile. “Hello there, princess. Are you hungry?”

Presley had opened her mouth and was about to fuss when I slipped the bottle in just in time.

Harmony sat on the edge of the sofa. “You know you’re a natural at this, Finn.”

I laughed. “Well, it’s easy when you know it’s not your kid.”

When I glanced up, I couldn’t help but notice how Rory’s smile faltered some. Was she wanting kids right away? Hell…for all I knew she wanted kids now.

Shit. Was it to soon in our relationship to talk about things like that?

I made a mental note to talk to my parents about it.

Harmony kissed Presley on the forehead. “I’m going to go get changed. Be sure to burp her good—and don’t forget the burping rag this time. I don’t want to hear you screaming like a girl again, Finn.”

“Hey!” I replied with a frown. “Her spit up ran down my shirt. Down. My. Shirt. That was nasty.”

Preston fell back onto the sofa and kicked up his feet. Harmony turned and stared at him. “You aren’t getting ready?”

“Um…I am ready. Wait. Am I ready? What’s the right answer?”

Laughing, Harmony waved him off and said, “You’re taking me somewhere nice for dinner…that’s all I know.”

Rory giggled. “That means go get ready and dress nice.”

“Damn it. That’s what I thought it meant.”

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“Want to make out?” I whispered in Rory’s ear while she shoved a handful of popcorn into her mouth.

She hit me on the stomach and rolled her eyes. “I’m not making out with you on your brother’s sofa.”

Frowning, I asked, “Why not?”

Rory searched through the popcorn, looking for the yellow ones; she claimed they were the best because they had the most butter on them. In the background played a movie she’d picked out. Beauty and the Beast. I’d already dozed off three times, only to be woken up by the singing.

“For starters, this is my favorite movie. Then we have the fact that we are babysitting so we shouldn’t be messing around. And then you factor in it’s your brother’s house and that just makes it weird.”

“It does not make it weird,” I replied while grabbing a handful of popcorn.

“Wait! Don’t take the good ones!”

Flash whimpered at our feet. Glancing down to him, I frowned. “Oh yeah. I forgot you were here.”

“Don’t you dare make him bark, Finn Ward. If you do, Presley will wake up, and you’re changing her diaper.”

I leaned back and drew her closer to me.

Another song started playing. Rory’s face lit up, and my chest tightened. Moving closer, I softly kissed her neck. She tilted her head, giving me better access. Bullshit she didn’t want to mess around—I could practically smell the desire come off her. Sliding my hand up her shirt, I rubbed her hardened nipple through her bra.

Her head dropped back against the sofa. “Finn…we…can’t.”

Running my tongue along her neck, I sucked in her earlobe and gently bit it. “Why can’t we, Éan?”

My cock was so fucking hard. Would it always be like this with Rory? The constant need to have her near me? To fill her so deep with my dick she’d begged for more?

Sliding my hand out from her shirt, I slipped it into my sweatpants, which she was wearing. I’d never seen her look so damn adorable as when she’d walked out of the bathroom at my parents’ dressed in my old sweatpants and T-shirt. Her hair was in a ponytail, and all I could think about was how I wanted to see that sight every day for the rest of my life.

Taking the bowl of popcorn, I set it on the coffee table. “I want to make out.”

She giggled and slowly lay down on the couch. “What are we, in high school?”

“Are you volunteering to dress up like a naughty schoolgirl?”

Her teeth sunk into her lip, and my cock pulsed harder.

“Fucking hell, Rory. Don’t look at me like that.”

She shrugged and ran her fingers lazily down my chest before sliding her hand under my shirt. “I’m only trying to say that if you wanted me to, I would do it for you.”

My eyes about rolled to the back of my head imagining it. Crushing my mouth to hers, I kissed her hard. She gave back as well as she took. It was raw. Passionate. Filled with a pulsing sensation of heat and desire.

Rory stroked my cock through my jeans while I played with her nipples.

“Are you wet, Rory?”

“Yes. Oh, Finn.”

“Still don’t want to do this?”

She pushed back on my chest. “We have to move to the floor.”

What? The floor?

“What the hell for?”

“I can’t have sex on their sofa. That’s weird. What if you got your spooge on it?”

Drawing back, I lifted a brow. “?‘Spooge’? Did you seriously just call my cum that?”

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