Luscious (Topped #1)(19)

Ally didn’t understand why. The Avery lady’s baby had his hand covering most of her breast as he suckled. Charlotte Taggart’s very nice breast was bare for a second as she handed off one tiny bundle and accepted the other from her husband. The baby immediately went to work. It was sweet. She knew Big Tag from the restaurant. He was the one Macon made pies for. He tucked his baby daughter into the sling he was wearing. Even though the sling was the cutest pink it didn’t make Big Tag any less masculine.

He looked over where the man was making a fuss. This could get ugly.

“Well ask them to leave,” the man said, his face turning red. “My mother is having a procedure done. I shouldn’t have to watch pornography.”

Ian’s eyes narrowed.

It was going to get really nasty.

The woman stood up and smoothed down her very sensible blouse. “I’ll explain that they’re being offensive.”

“No, they’re not,” an elderly lady sitting near the door said. She pointed the cane she was holding at the complaining man. “They’re taking care of their babies. He’s a sad old codger who’s never seen a breast before. If you don’t like it, don’t look.”

“They should go to the bathroom like decent folks would.” The * wasn’t backing down.

“Yes, because they would be so comfortable feeding babies while sitting on toilet seats. It’s a freaking hospital.” Ally was so sick of hypocrisy. “They tell you to breastfeed and then make it hard on the mom.”

She realized everyone was looking at her. Eric and the guys from Top were in with Macon, but Macon’s family was all sitting in those chairs and every eye was glued to her. Except the babies. They were occupied.

“You stay out of this, missy,” the man said. “I have rights and I shouldn’t have to see women running around showing off their titties like it’s a Girls Gone Wild film.”

“Seriously? This is Girls Gone Wild, *.” She flashed him. She’d taken off her bra the night before. She hadn’t exactly been able to slip it on in front of Macon and his brother.

The man gasped and then practically ran out of the room.

The volunteer breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank god. That big guy over there scares the hell out of me. I think he was about to come over here. I was actually going to run and hide in the bathroom. I don’t get paid to handle this.”

Ally smoothed down her shirt. Yep, she’d flashed her boobs in front of Macon’s friends and family. She was all kinds of classy.

She glanced over and instead of looks of horror, she got thumbs-ups and wide grins.

“Oh, my god. I can’t believe you did that.” Deena was laughing her ass off.

“You’ve got very nice breasts, young lady,” the woman with the cane said primly. “If you want to keep them that way, you should wear a bra. My poor sister’s drag the floor and she never wore a bra.”

Ally felt a hand on her shoulder and turned, praying security wasn’t about to escort her out. Instead, she got Macon’s smiling brother.

“Oh, you’re going to be trouble. I think you’ll fit right in.” He drew her into a hug. “Did I thank you for saving my brother?”

It took her a second, but she hugged him back. She missed this, missed having anyone who was happy to see her, who liked her. Even the last few months with her mother she’d felt more like a caregiver than a beloved daughter. “No problem.”

He drew her into the waiting room and began to introduce her.

She’d never imagined flashing could be such a great icebreaker.





CHAPTER FOUR





Macon finished the cake with a final swipe of his hand. Dark chocolate with a ganache icing. It would be served with a homemade vanilla bean ice cream that hopefully he still had enough of. Ally proved fond of his ice cream. She’d watched him make it with liquid nitrogen? her eyes widening when the smoke had gone everywhere.

The door to the kitchen came open and Ally walked through wearing faded jeans and one of those soft T-shirts she always seemed to wear that hugged her breasts in all the right places. Her eyes were wide as she strode in. Ally, he’d learned, did everything with a sort of anxious energy. It was hard for her to stay still. “That is a roomful of babies. They’re everywhere. I want to roll around in them.”

“It’s going to be a roomful of poop in about twenty minutes.” His living room was being used as a nursery. It was the reason the “gang” was using Adam’s place. He had a large playroom and he was the only one with a guesthouse to stash the babies in.

“They’re not free-range babies, so it should be all right.” Ally stopped to admire the cake. “This is beautiful. You have to teach me how to do the roses.”

“I will. I’m doing a cake for an anniversary party next week. You can help me.” He’d started to teach her some of the finer points of his job. She seemed fascinated with cake decorating. He’d taught her the art of writing with a pastry bag. He’d also started thinking longer term. He no longer questioned whether she would be here next week. “And thank god they’re not free range.”

She grinned. “Don’t want to clean up that mess, huh? So who are the two women they have watching the kiddos?”