Evin's Fight (Southern Charmers Book 3) by Ahren Sanders (inspirational books for women .TXT) 📕

time almost bringing me with her. My dick now has a mind of its own, willpower be damned.

I find her clit and flick it over and over while she’s still coming. Her eyes fly open, fluttering a few times as she focuses. She knows what I want. Her hips ram up, titling at the last minute, and that’s all it takes.

“Jesus, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant. My dick pulses harder, shooting off into her.

She holds tight, mumbling incoherently and milking me tight.

When my eyes clear, they land on her smiling face as she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth.

“I knew putting a full bedroom in this apartment was a good idea,” she rasps.

“Fucking great idea.” My voice is throaty. “Shit, Poppy, I lost control.”

“Isn’t it awesome?”

Her smug expression has my cock lurching again. Her eyes grow wide and she giggles, running her hand through my hair. “You are insatiable.”

“I’m addicted.”

“Help me up?”

My arms round her back and I lift her, falling back onto the bed, keeping us connected. She nuzzles into my neck, her heart beating with mine. “It’s done, sweetie. We did it.”

“This was all you. The vision, the design, the layout.”

“I can’t take all the credit on that; Dante was a huge contributor.”

“Maybe, but the final product is yours.”

“Is it possible for the human heart and soul to explode from happiness?”

“Our future is filled with it.”

“Speaking of the future, I need your help.” She leans over the side of the bed. “Stay where you are.”

“Kinda hard to move when you’re riding my dick.”

“I’m not technically riding it, I’m sitting astride it.”

“We’re talking technicalities?”

She wiggles as she digs into something that sounds like a plastic bag. “Close your eyes. I need your help to pick out my outfit. There are two choices, and your initial reaction is the deciding factor.”

I do as she says, jerking when she lays several objects across my stomach.

“Those are accessories,” she clarifies.

“Baby, this is a family party. Are we going all out?”

“Yes, Evin! It’s not just a family party. It’s your and Darby’s birthday party.”

“It’s not that big a deal.”

“It is to me. Okay, you can open.”

My eyes go to the two hangers she’s holding up. Both are scraps of lace. “This fucking outfit better be only for me.”

She grins. “Of course, this is for our private celebration.”

My gaze drops to my stomach and my heart stops. Four pregnancy tests are laying there. I don’t have to see the window to know what they say.

“Happy Birthday, sweetie.”

I’m stunned silent, my heart hammering to the rhythm of the whooshing in my ears.

“The studio isn’t the only thing we did. The Honeymoon curse continues. So, do you prefer pink or blue?”

I look back to her shaking the lingerie and the shades register.

Pink and Blue.

My mind is screaming at me, but my mouth is sealed shut.

Poppy’s eyes fill with concern, her smile slipping. “Honey, is it too much? Your face is frozen.”

My tongue may be tied, but my body reacts, lurching up at warp speed and crushing her to me. In a twist, she’s on her back, the lingerie and tests clattering on the floor.

“Say it,” I demand, my voice more gruff than intended.

“Honey?”

“Baby, swear to God, nothing will make me happier to hear. But I have to hear it.”

“Evin, I’m pregnant.”

The words soak to the bottom of my soul, and my eyes close, burning behind the lids.

Invincible. That’s the only way to describe the way I’m feeling. My eyes go to hers and my chest seizes.

“So fucking beautiful. Every minute of every day, I know how lucky I am.”

“I feel the same about you.”

“You’re carrying my baby?”

“I believe so.”

“You know your body better than anyone.”

“Then yes, I’m pregnant.” Splotches crawl up her neck and cheeks, and the memory of the last few days hits me. Her unquenchable desire, the way she’s gone wild, greedy with need. My gaze travels down her body, stopping at her lower stomach, and my fingers sprawl across the skin.

“I want to see a doctor immediately.”

“We have an appointment in an hour.”

My eyes snap to hers. “An hour?”

“I couldn’t wait. But because of the 227 grapevine in this city, it was necessary to make it undercover. The nurse is sworn to secrecy.”

I smile, lowering to run my lips over her stomach. “Smart call.”

“I never got your reaction. Pink or blue?”

There’s no hesitation, my mind is made up. I move slowly up her body, covering the flesh with kisses, and get to eye level. “Both.”

Her scream is muffled when my mouth covers hers.

“Appreciate it, man.”

“No one else comes close to appreciating it as much as you. It wasn’t a hard decision. The papers will be ready tomorrow. Quick close and it’s yours in a few weeks.”

“Poppy will be thrilled.”

“Speaking of Poppy, Deni thinks… said she got this feeling…” Len trails off.

“Deni got a sixth sense?”

“Considering we have five children and eight grandchildren, yeah, I’d give her that power.”

“She’s good, but do me a favor and keep it tight. We confirmed yesterday and haven’t told anyone yet.”

“Secret's safe. Damn, Evin, can’t tell you how happy I am for you.”

“Whenever you decide to come visit from that fancy condo in Florida, there’s always a room for you.”

“Appreciate it, talk tomorrow.”

I disconnect and watch out over Miller and Ashlyn’s backyard. Poppy’s surrounded by Cole and his friends, participating in a water gun fight that has cleared the pool deck. Maya runs by squealing as her boyfriend—Chase? Clint? Whatever the fuck his name is—squirts her relentlessly while Pierce glares daggers at the boy.

Darby is at his side trying to distract him, which works when she leans up and whispers in his ear. He snaps to attention, yanking her to his arms and kissing her.

“Good call?” Dad asks.

“Yep.”

“Want to share?”

Instead of answering, I bring my fingers to my mouth, whistle loudly, and start walking. Poppy freezes, her smile splitting wide. She drops the water gun and takes off running. I brace as she leaps into my arms, wrapping her body around mine while screaming wildly.

She