Page 41 of Second Chance Baby
“I think you’ll be fine.”
“How?”
“Trust me, Brig. Oh, and did Lacey bring us any food for him?”
Carrington shoved plates into the bag. “She said he ate at home before he came here. I think she put what was left of his food in the garage next to what she called a horse’s ass.”
Um, no clue there. Maybe one of the decorations?
Travis seemed unconcerned. “Great. We’ll be right back.” He grabbed my hand and tugged me up the hallway and then we jogged upstairs.
At the top of the stairs, he framed my face in his hands and nipped my bottom lip, releasing a low groan. “Maple syrup and berries on your lips tastes heavenly.”
“It should. Why we devoured it like wild animals.”
“I also enjoy watching you eat. And breathe. And exist.” He pressed a kiss to the patch of skin on my chest revealed by the open top few buttons on his flannel nightshirt. It actually seemed as if he was trying to give me a hickey on purpose in a visible spot.
I mean, why not? People were already talking about our suddenly active once again sex life, so might as well have some more visible evidence.
“Think she’d roll with it if we took like a half hour to come down?”
I had to laugh. “You’re all about getting me knocked up fast, aren’t you?”
He stilled. “How do you feel about that?”
TEN
I swallowed hard.“I told you I didn’t want to take Plan B, so I’d say I’m just fine with it.”
“Good. I’m fine with it too.” He stepped up to me, sinking his teeth into my lower lip once more as his hand skimmed under his flannel nightshirt to cup my ass. “But I’m also fine with practicing, as long as we can do it a lot.”
“Don’t think that will be any problem.”
“Hey, people, Biscuit just peed on the kitchen floor so guess he had to go now!”
I tipped back my head as Travis laughed. “Mood officially gone.”
“Yeah, so let’s get dressed and get down there before the pup follows it up with a big fat…” I trailed off and tugged on his hand as we headed toward the bedroom.
We both dressed in record time. I just put on yesterday’s clothes and slipped on my sneakers, racing him downstairs to find Amerie and Carrington camped out on the couch watching something innocuous on TV with the dog between them.
“All urgency gone?”
Carrington shrugged. “He chilled right out after he made a mess.”
“Sounds about right.” Travis patted my ass on his way by, and Carrington didn’t even blink. “Did Lacey happen to bring a dog leash?”
“Yeah, she hung it on the hook over here. C’mon, Amerie,” she instructed, leading her young cousin to the door.
Obediently, Biscuit leaped off the couch to follow them.
I grabbed the leash off the hook and attached it to the dog’s collar, leading him outside and down the wide front steps. “Damn, you cleaned this place right up.” Travis slipped on his aviators and studied the now trimmed hedges with obvious appreciation.
“I didn’t get to rake yet,” I began.
“Not even sure I own a rake,” Travis said with a shrug. “Usually, I just slip a neighborhood kid a few bucks to tackle stuff like that.”
“Mom is worth more than a few bucks,” Carrington offered, ducking as I ruffled her hair.