Rock Chick Revolution (Rock Chick #8)(178)

But when I spoke his name, his eyes came to mine.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered.

I complied.

He kept being the kind of bossy I didn’t mind (at all). “Move with me, baby.”

My h*ps complied.

“Fuck yeah,” he growled, going faster and doing it deep. “That’s it.”

It definitely was.

“Dig in, Ally.”

I dug the heels of my sandals in, gaining purchase to tip my hips.

He rammed in deeper.

“Baby,” I panted.

His head dropped so he could watch again and he groaned, “Fuckin’ beautiful.”

Oh yeah.

It totally was.

But I was close.

My hands clenched in his. “Ren.”

He drove in faster, harder.

“Ren,” I whispered, and suddenly I had his weight, his mouth, his tongue and that did it.

I came. Thighs squeezing, heels digging in, fingers clasping, moaning against his tongue, hard.

It took a while, but when it left me, he rolled so I was straddling him and lifted up, taking us from missionary to lotus.

My number one.

Righteous.

One of his hands went between my legs as his other one gripped my hip encouragingly. “Ride me, honey.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. My arms sliding around his shoulders, I rode him and did it fast, taking him deep, my lips to his, eyes locked, breath mixing.

His thumb pressed in and circled.

I whimpered.

“You’re goin’ again,” he demanded.

I hoped so.

“Okay,” I breathed, moving faster.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his hand sliding up my hip, side, in over my ribs to cup my breast, his thumb dragging over my rock-hard nipple. “Get there, Ally.”

Too late.

I was there.

My head flew back, but Ren drove a hand into my hair and tipped it forward.

I gasped. I bucked. I gave him a show he liked and I knew it when his arm wound around me and ground me down. He shoved my face in his neck and I took his groan in mine.

My whole body shivered.

Sweet, God, my man, so sweet, after he came down, his lips and tongue worked my neck as his hands slid lightly over my skin. His mouth ended at the guitar pendant dangling at the base of my throat and I felt his tongue sweep it inside. I knew he sucked it deeper when I felt the gentle tug at the chain around my neck.

Another whole body shiver.

While he did this and after I felt him release the pendant, I returned the favor with lips and tongue and hands (without the pendant part, of course) and we did this for a while.

Finally, I lifted my head, put my hands to either side of his neck and announced, “If it’s a boy, he and I get mother son time.”

Ren went still.

“And we’re naming him Darius.”

Ren stared up at me.

“He, or she, depending, will be here in seven and a half months, give or take a few days.”

Ren didn’t move nor speak.

“I’ll be clearing certain cases. I’ll tell Daisy she needs to refer out now inappropriate ones. And I’ll talk to Lee about agreed limitations. But after Katie, they know the drill.”

Ren kept staring at me.

By the way, I wasn’t alarmed at his reaction. When I told him I was carrying Katie, he behaved the same way.

He liked the news he was going to be a daddy (even part two), and liked it so much it made him speechless.

“I like to think it happened during that time on the stairs. But according to the doctors, I think it’s that time in the sauna.” My eyes wandered away. “Or on the landing.” I tipped my head to the side. “Or the dining room table.”

“Baby, look at me.”

I looked at my husband.

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Oh my God.

I stopped breathing.

He wasn’t done.

“And you keep getting better.”

God.

Seriously?

I.

Loved.

My.

Man.

I loved him for many reasons. One of them was because he said shit like that to me all the time.

And I never got used to Ren Zano taking my breath away.

I dipped my head so my lips were to his and only then did I grin and whisper, “You happy?”

Ren didn’t whisper back. “Fuck yeah, I’m happy.”

That was when I smiled, and right before I kissed him, I said softly, “Righteous.”

* * * * *

The next morning, Ren walked into the bedroom just as a tater tot went flying past him.

Katie was in a “feed Payton” mood, which occurred daily, three times and was, I suspected, why Payton doted on Katie.

I lounged next to my daughter in our bed, phone to my ear, lips curled up as I watched my husband watch the potato treat fly and land on the floor in the landing.

He then ignored it, and Payton chasing after it, and continued into the room with two fresh mugs of coffee.

I bit back laughter as Indy asked, “So can you pick it up?”

“Yes,” I answered.

“The cake’s kinda important,” she told me.

“Uh… duh,” I told her.

“You forget things,” she informed me.