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Chapter 8
Jamie
If Margot was worried about what I’d said to her at the library, she didn’t show it. In fact, we spent the next few hours walking the library and finally crawling back into that fucking tiny plane and jetting back to Chicago. She slept like the cutest log I’d ever seen, wrapped in a blanket across my lap.
I’d kept her there, desperate to keep my hands on her as much as I could, because I knew what was still there in Chicago—the questions, the responsibilities. It wouldn’t always be snuggles on private planes and exclusive access to her body while she was strewn across a table just for me.
And I loathed it.
I pressed my hand across her thigh, and she curled into me again, her nose squashing itself adorably against my chest. I smiled down at her, my other hand falling to rest naturally across her belly.
My heart throbbed then, aching so hard that I nearly gasped out loud. I could almost taste it, that future of us. Days with my best friends by my side and nights wrapped up in her.
I clenched my thighs, shifting her again.
She would be the perfect partner, the perfect mother. I could see it, how she looked at her brother. She’d been doing things alone for so long. I couldn’t let her be alone anymore.
She was mine.
I felt it as surely as I did with a good business deal, or even the way I’d felt when I shook Declan Windham’s hand for the first time. My plan was looking better than ever.
It was quite simple.
Woo her. Wow her. And then bind her to me. Permanently.
I was somewhere between wowing and binding, and things were feeling good. And as much as I knew I would hate being separated from her, I loved that she was living that close to me.
A smirk flickered across my lips. Soon it would all be different.
She would be with me full time. Living in my penthouse, my ring on her finger. And next, my baby in her belly.
I slid my hand under her shirt, my finger flexing across her belly. My cock instantly thickened as I imaged it. Her body curled around mine, her belly rounded and feminine.
“Fuck,” I whispered to the silent plane. “This girl has me good.”
I knew she couldn't hear me, but she eagerly pressed against me once more. And I leaned in, knowing that whatever ramifications I might face for pushing her so quickly would hopefully pay off when we were immersed in what was obviously going to be wedded bliss.
My fingers slipped over a raised patch on her back, and I prodded at it lightly. It felt like a Band-Aid, and immediately I pulled her close to examine her. When had she gotten hurt? I was surprised at the welling of frustration in my chest that something had dared to mar her perfect skin under my watch.
“What is this?” I said aloud, gritting my teeth.
Margot stirred, her hand tracing my own. She snorted softly, the tired ghost of a laugh. “Calm down, killer. It’s just my birth control.”
Something tighter than a noose tucked around my throat and pulled tight. A million thoughts blew through my mind, leading with the idea that she had to have been with other men. I hated the idea that if she ever did let me have her, then there were limited chances that she could get pregnant.
I was a modern man. I was a reasonable human. I didn’t understand the torrent of emotions that flew through me at that. Because suddenly that was so important, the option that if I were to fill her up, there would be nothing between us. Nothing stopping us from creating something so incredible between the two of us.
I swallowed hard. “Birth control, huh?” I sounded like a top-notch idiot.
Margot’s gaze rose to meet mine. “It’s not a big deal, Jamie.”
“Do you think you want kids?”
She reached to the side, fingers outstretched for one of the blankets. I grabbed it and handed it over, hoping to return to the subject as quickly as possible.
“Of course I want kids. I didn’t grow up thinking I would be raising my brother, but if it taught me anything, it would be that I want kids of my own. Enough to run a whole basketball team,” she said with a soft wink.
I tucked the blanket around her side.
