Just Married (More than Friends) by Jenna Bayley-Burke Page A

lifting her off her feet. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs across his back. She climbed him like a vine while he carried her to the bedroom.
    He didn’t want to talk about anything troubling, now or ever. He only wanted Mira, hot and willing in his bed, warm and welcoming in his life. They had so little time together, the rest of it was a waste. So long as he kept them naked, and her floating on a sea of orgasmic bliss, the only hard thing they’d have to deal with this weekend was his cock.

    Cal ran his fingers through the wild mess of her hair, probably trying to wake her. But Mira had been up for a while, pulling the warm scent of him into her lungs, his steady heartbeat against her ear, and the crisp hair of his chest on her cheek. She hadn’t noticed a single pregnancy craving until Cal had come home yesterday and wrapped his arms around her. He’d always smelled good, but now he was intoxicating.
    It had certainly impaired her judgment. She’d spent an entire day indulging in the pleasure of his body when she should have been explaining their new situation. He was so blissfully happy, so different from the last time she’d been here, when grief had paralyzed him. He deserved this moment of heaven, and she wanted him to think of their marriage like this. She needed it too. Everyone deserved a honeymoon.
    After he learned about the babies, his anger and disappointment would cloud everything for a while. Maybe forever. And if her sushi habit and wedding-night champagne binge had harmed the babies, there wouldn’t be enough forgiveness to get them through it.
    “Doll,” Cal whispered before kissing the top of her head. “We should shower.”
    “Maybe later.” She opened her eyes, bright sunlight spilling through the windows.
    “Brunch is in forty-five minutes.”
    “What brunch?” She pushed against his chest until she caught his dark, sleepy gaze. His short hair mussed, his jaw dark with stubble, he looked positively edible.
    “I rescheduled Friday dinner to Sunday brunch.”
    “And you’re springing this on me now?” Not that she didn’t have a secret of her own, big enough to bring them both down.
    “It’s at my mother’s. We’ve barely been out of bed since I came home. The pizza we ordered from Emilio’s is long gone and the only thing here to eat is scones and biscuits. I can’t live on that.”
    “Then you’ll be useless in a zombie apocalypse.” She sat up with a sigh, pulling the sheet to cover her breasts.
    His rich laugh wrapped around her like a hug. She rested her hand on the center of his chest, not wanting their weekend to be snatched away by responsibility just yet.
    “You should come back to Seattle with me.” It would be so much easier to tell him there, on her own turf.
    “Don’t tempt me.” He took her hand from his chest and kissed it before sitting up and swinging his long legs over the side of the bed. “I’ve been out of the country for two weeks, so I have to bring things back to order.”
    “Will you have time for our weekend in September?” It was only three weeks away; waiting to tell him might be best for everyone. She still wasn’t used to the idea and she’d known for a week.
    “We’ll work something out.” He stood and stretched, so comfortable and confident in his body she had to smile. “See something you like?”
    “Always.” She shed the sheet and rose up beside him. She spent time every day examining herself for signs of pregnancy, worried she’d start to show before she could explain and terrified her lack of symptoms meant there was something wrong with the babies.
    He scrubbed a hand over his face. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think we should shower separately.”
    She placed a hand on her hip. “Really?”
    His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “If I take you in there, we’ll be late.”
    “Not if you apply yourself.” She reached out and wrapped her hand around his cock. It rose from