His eyes shifted to Honey behind me.
“Hey, stop perving at my girlfriend,” I joked, a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “Yeah, you heard right, brother, I have a girlfriend. I’m a one-woman man now. This is Honey.” She stepped forward and my brother looked up at her through his bandages, his eyes glittering over her. His lips moved, but nothing came out and I wasn’t sure if he was trying to say something or not. “And you’re going to be an uncle again.”
Chances eyes darted back to me and I couldn’t help the smile spreading across my lips.
“We’re having a baby,” I said proudly. “Can you believe it? Another Calley coming into the world, and this one is a girl, so we’d better brace ourselves. Remember how much trouble Chastity gave us when she was born. How she had us all wrapped around her pinky finger.” I smiled at the memory. “I really want you to be home when she arrives, okay? She’ll need her uncle. Do you understand me?”
His hands fisted at his sides, despite the bandages.
I noticed. So did Honey.
“I’m going to leave you two to catch up,” she said. “I’ll meet you at the cafeteria when you’re ready.” Her eyes met Chance’s vibrant gaze. “I’m looking forward to hanging out with you when you get home. Caleb reckons you’re a pretty good poker player. He told me you’re the best he’s ever seen, but I grew up in Vegas so I’m going to have to see about that. You can bring your best game, but I’ll still kick your ass. ”
A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips. I was sure of it. But one blink and it was gone.
After Honey left, I sat back in the visitor’s chair. It was important to keep it casual. Not show the alarm I felt in my belly.
“She’s pretty amazing. Wait til you get to know her. You’ll love her. She fits in with the family, hell, Mom likes her, and apart from Indy she’s never liked any of the girls we’ve been with.”
Chance looked away. Not just with his eyes but his whole head. And for a brief moment I wondered if bringing Honey and telling him about the baby was the wrong thing to do. I’d thought hard about it before asking Honey to come along. I didn’t want to parade my happiness in front of my badly injured brother who may or may not have a chance at a normal life again. But I knew Chance better than anyone else in the world. He would want to see things for how they were. He wouldn’t want the sugar-coated reassurances or the cliché optimism. He kept things real.
“Are you okay, brother?” I asked. “Are you in pain?”
He turned his head and looked at me right in the eyes.
“No,” he rasped. “I feel fucking nothing.”
HONEY
Caleb didn’t say much when he met me at the cafeteria. Or during the cab ride back to the hotel. Once we were inside our room, he ran a shower and I left him to his peace and quiet so he could process his visit to his brother. But after he’d been in there a while, I gently tapped on the bathroom door and cautiously walked in. He was standing with his palms flat to the tiles with the water pouring over his broad shoulders, his head bent, his eyes closed. He looked up when I walked in and I knew he needed me. The look on his face. The torment in his eyes. He was in pain.
Our eyes met as I unbuttoned my dress and let it slip to the floor, and they remained firmly on one another as I crossed the marble tiles to the shower cubicle. Opening the door, I stepped in and as he raked his gaze up and down the length of me, lust and desire darkened the vibrant blueness of his tormented eyes.
His big hand reached up and cupped my jaw, pulling me to him and he kissed me with wet, commanding lips.
I dropped to my knees before him, kissing my way down his gloriously muscular body until I found his thick cock. He flinched when I slid my hand along the wide shaft and then trembled as I ran my wet tongue across the smooth, broad head. My name dropped from his lips as I took him into my mouth, my tongue and lips toying with the sensitive area behind the wide crest, his hands dragging through my damp hair as I caressed his balls with the cupped palm of my hand.
I knew what Caleb liked.
Knew what brought him to an orgasm quickly.
Knew what to do with my mouth and tongue to make him quiver.
His fingers gripped at my skull and his knees weakened, his balls tensing in my hand as I fucked him with my mouth, my tongue, and all the techniques I’d mastered with him over the last few months. He started to come, and his groan shook in the air inside the shower cubicle. But I didn’t stop, I kept sucking and loving his cock as he weakened against the shower wall and came in pulsating warm bursts across my tongue.