“I never thought I’d ever get so much pleasure seeing something being destroyed,” I murmur against Jeremy’s chest as he holds me against him.
“You and me both,” Talis says, from a few feet away, rubbing her pregnant belly.
At five months, what was a gentle curve is now a full-on bump, and the level of Dayne’s possessiveness as he stands guard over her makes me feel a touch sorry for her.
Then I remember what Jeremy is like and I know with utter certainty he’ll be a million times worse when it’s our turn.
“I know what you’re thinking, you know,” the object of my thoughts mutters darkly, “and I don’t think I appreciate it.”
I stand on my tiptoes to press a kiss on his lips. “But I notice you didn’t deny it,” I say once I’ve pulled back.
Before he can respond, there’s a sound of a truck
