Page 89 of Novelty

Max

“Can’tyou just come with me?” I plead, giving Winger the sweetest face I can muster.

“It’s a baby shower—none of the guys are going,” he tells me for the third time.

“Rex will be there. There is no way he would let Lucy out of his sight.”

Winger winces. “Lucy put her foot down because he was freaking out about people touching her, so she won’t even allow him to go.”

“Yeah right,” I scoff, because I know he’ll still show up.

“He installed cameras at the restaurant. He’ll be watching the entire time…from the parking lot. I told him I would sit with him.”

“Ugh, that’s crap,” I whine. I don’t even know why it’s bothering me. Lucy’s my best friend, and I hung out with Iron’s wife, Posey, and Jess last week, but this is weird. I’ve never been to a baby shower, so I don’t even know what to expect.

“It would break Lucy’s heart if you didn’t go,” he replies, guilting me.

“I already bought the hump dumpling a whole bunch of shit.”

He smiles at me. “You know Rex hates it when you call the baby that.”

“Not as much as he hates it when I call it a crotch goblin.” I get a kick out of irritating Rex. Not many people can get away with it, and he tolerates me for Winger and Lucy’s sakes.

“You’ll have fun, and it’s good practice.”

“Practice for what?” I give him the side-eye. Damn, he looks good. Maybe I have time to humphisdumpling.

“Are we ignoring the fact that you’re due within a week of Lucy?”

“I’m not having a baby shower, Winger. You’re lucky I’m not making you have the vagina destroyer.”

“You would if it were possible,” he argues.

“Damn right I would. Let’s see you push a watermelon out of your asshole.”

“No thanks.” He comes over and wraps his arms around my back, and I sag into his embrace, letting my heavy belly hang between us.

I nuzzle my face into his chest, loving the feel and scent of him. “This is a trick,” I say softly. “You’re going to dick me down to get me to agree, aren’t you? That’s how I ended up in this position.”

“No, I’m pretty sure you were bent over the bed and begging me to fuck you harder,” he says in a low voice that makes me tingle. “Go to the baby shower, and I’ll dick you down when you get home.”

“Fine,” I concede with a sigh. I knew I would be going the entire time. I would never disappoint Lucy. I just wanted to whine about it.

“That was easier than I expected.” He kisses me softly, teasing my tongue with his.

“Yup, and you’ll owe me,” I taunt when I pull away from him, my nipples hard and aching.

“I’ll pay up now. You can be five minutes late. I don’t want to keep you waiting.”

“Five minutes?” I say, offended.

“Ten,” he counters.

“Two orgasms—it’s my final offer.”

Winger throws his head back and laughs, making me smile with him. Damn, I love this man.