Page 107 of Finding Peace
The sunlight on my skin feels incredible as my hand drifts down to my stomach.
At seventeen weeks, my bump is finally obvious now. I mean, it’s not huge, but it’s definitely there.
My jeans stopped fitting about two weeks ago, so today I’m wearing a long, casual, brown ruffle skirt, and a light cream sweater tucked into where the waistband sits above my belly, and my boots.
We decided to wait to find out the baby’s gender.
I told them I’ll be happy either way.
And I mean that.
But secretly? I’m hoping for a girl. A little red-haired menace running around this ranch, having their daddies wrapped around her little finger.
My thoughts are interrupted when Beau vaults the fence and starts walking toward me.
Slow.
Confident.
Sodamnsexy.
He stops between my knees where I’m perched on the railing, and his hands settle on my hips before he leans in and presses a soft kiss to my mouth. “Did this mornin’ not satisfy you, Darlin’?”
His voice is warm against my lips, and it takes everything in me not to bite my lip when I see a bead of sweat drip down his chest between his pecs. I hum thoughtfully. “Never satisfied.”
His eyes darken immediately. “My girl wants more?”
“Oh, I want more, alright,” I answer as I run my hand up his tan chest—because, Beau being Beau, has already had his shirt off a handful of days in the last couple weeks—and over the brand tattooed on his chest.
Behind him, I can hear Lincoln and Lawson approaching. The sound of their low laughter makes heat pool low in my stomach.
“Lord help us,” Lincoln mutters as he comes to a stop beside Beau. “She’s got that look again?”
“What look?” I ask sweetly.
“The one that reminds us you’re not as sweet as you like to pretend to be,” Lincoln answers.His eyes drag slowly over me, where I’m perched on the fence rail, skirt bunched up to accommodate Beau between my legs.
“Nah. She’s our naughty girl.” Beau’s hand wraps around my thigh. “I fuckin’ love it, too.”
Before I can respond, he leans in again. I expect another quick kiss. Something teasing. Something meant to rile me up before they go back to work.
Instead, his mouth captures mine in a bruising kiss.
My breath catches as his tongue slides past my lips, tasting like coffee and sunshine and the faintest hint of salt from working all morning. The kiss turns hungry in seconds, Beau’s hand tightening on my hip now, steadying me so I don’t fall.
A low sound rumbles out of his chest. It’s half groan, half warning. And all it does is cause my brain to short-circuit completely.
My fingers curl into the front of his jeans as I kiss him back, tilting my head to deepen it further, and for a second, the world narrows down to nothing but the warm press of his mouth and the steady beat of his heart against my chest.
Then, a large hand slides up the inside of my calf above my boots.
I jolt softly against Beau.
Lincoln.
His palm moves slowly beneath the fabric of my skirt, fingers trailing higher along my leg in a way that makes a shiver race up my spine. “More,” is all I manage to breathe out.
“Greedy girl.” Lincoln leans in and nips at my ear.
