Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 121
Victor finally shuts down his computer, letting out a big breath. Finally, finished for the day. He picks up his phone, intending to text Evelyn to see if he can bring something down to the house for dinner, but he’s surprised to see a text there already waiting.
Evelyn: When you come down, bring your parka. Heat’s out.
Victor scowls and runs a hand through his hair. How is this possible? He had the heater replaced against just this possibility months ago when they had the security updated in the cottage.
ads upstairs to change into warmer clothes and then pulls on his snow boots, he
ouse isn’t icy – just a bit nippier than usual.
ing.
scarf. “Oh, hello!” she says, rubbing her hands together and smiling.
layers?” He asks, curious, unable to help himself from imagining her body beneath them. “It doesn’t seem so bad in here.”
gesturing towards the fire. “This room is fine. So is the boys’, really, as they’re right above it. But my room is ice.”
as have already called the repair man, he’s going to come tomorrow to fix it.”
ead out of the fort. “And until the
’s are very interesting!” Ian calls, his voice echoing from inside the fort. “Mom
hree of them, “you guys certainly know how to lo
, watching him take off his coat, enjoying the way that his muscles move beneath his sweater.
hroat, coming back to herself. “Yo
nd as she passes. “You really should have told me sooner, Evelyn. I’d have fixed it.”
in his for just a moment, and then drags her eyes up to his, not pulling her hand away. “We didn’t want to bother you, Victor,” she murmurs. “I know that you’re
r too busy for you three,” he responds, letting her slowly take her hand from his and move over to fill the tea kettle. He notes that she blu
s the knob on the stove to ignite the flame. “What is it you wanted to talk about?” he asks. The stove clicks, refusing to light.
and looking up at him.
orning,” he clarifies. “You
eneath the kettle. It continues to click, but doesn’t light.
th him that she wouldn’t want the boys to overhear. “Do you need some help with that?”
stove is controlled by the broken gas as the heat, I don’t think there’s much you can do!” Evelyn laughs a little and Vict
coy.
up interesting situations that embrace the cold. When imaginary Igloo gets boring, they pretend they are pioneers in the American West, living in a log cabin at the first frost. When they get bored with that, they pretend they are a f
Evelyn’s shoulder just barely touches Victor’s, though both pretend not to notice. Alvin’s
e for bed.”
ink I just want to be myself again.”
to go up?”
r responds, standing up and smiling as he watches Evelyn snuggle into the pillows on the couch where he had just been sitting. “Com
skin, bringing out red highlights in her brown curls.
he says softly. “Are you going
rm enough. I’ll just stay down here by the fire, where it’s cozy.”
e c***s her head towards the empty space, a silent invitation. He accepts, sitting and draping his arm over the back of the couch so he c
ooks her in the eye and then, quite deliberately, places a hand on her calf, rubbing it softly, mass
his gaze and then, very slowly, draws her lower lip into her mouth, drawing her
God.
Damnit.
and wrapping a hand around the back of her neck, pulling her towards him, needing to cover that lip with
gives a little moan – of hunger, desire, need, she does
ands.
*k pulsing beneath her.
k to look her in the eye. It’s a proprietary look, one which she steadily returns.
is face says, his teeth
Mine, she responds, taking that face in her hands and running her tongue over that mouth, over the edges of thos
bulky sweater up over her head.
nd down the length of her, stopping to again cup her breast, to spread his fingers out over her stomach before he reaches the waistband of her pants, which he moves to pull downward.
s up, kissing him again, unbuttoning his shirt and shoving it impatiently off his shoulders.
,” she whispers, “I want you