“I know,” I purred, watching her writhe beneath me. I leaned over her, getting a better angle. “You’re almost there.”
She cried out, her hips rolling as she pushed herself closer to me.
“Oh, my God!” She trembled. “My husband would kill you if he caught you doing this!”
There was a loud cough, slashing through our reverie, and we looked up to find Max glaring at us from the kitchen door.
“Your husband’s standing right here,” he growled, running his eyes over the scene before him. “Making the pancakesyouasked for.”
I eased my grip from Cat’s left foot, giving her one final stroke as she moved, groaning, her very pregnant belly stopping her from sitting up.
We both grinned up at him from the sofa as he scowled. I loved winding him up like this. It was payback for stealing my friend.
“And I must say,” I laughed, “you’re looking fabulous doing it.” I nodded towards his pink, frilly apron covering his band shirt and ripped jeans, his hands filled with a bright yellow mixing bowl. His usual bad boy look was dampened when he had his long black hair tied back and none of the trademark kohl around his eyes. Free from his usual grungy appearance, he actually looked handsome, but I would never admit it. He was a famous rock star, loved by millions around the world, including Cat. And he didn’t need me pumping his ego. He had enough of thatat home.
I was glad I got to see him like this. Though I still hadn’t quite forgiven him for breaking Cat’s heart when they were younger, he adored her and treated her like a queen, and that was good enough—for now.
“I just got Keiran to sleep as well.” He frowned. “If you wake him up, you’re dealing with it.” He held up the bowl pointedly.
Their first son was nearly two years old, and as the youngest of the Fischer family, he was spoilt rotten.
“What a pity. I was having so much fun.” She tilted her head, getting a proper look at him. She hummed as she slowly ran her eyes over her husband. “Darling, I need to speak to Dom alone. Why don’t you finish those pancakes, and I’ll be through in a minute?”
He opened his mouth to reply, but she cut him off. “And if you’re good, I’ll give you a special treat later on.”
Heat flashed in Max’s eyes as he grinned. Their gazes locked, their hungry stares filling with love as Max gave her a passionate smirk. He turned, retreating to the kitchen, the door gently shutting behind him.
“Uh,” I scowled, “please don’t say stuff like that in front of me. I know far too much about your sex life to pretend I don’t know what that means.”
She shot me a wink, beaming. Even though Max had put her through hell when they first broke up twelve years ago, I’d never seen her so happy. She was glowing. Pregnancy suited her, and she walked around as if she were floating on a cloud, smiling all the time. Still fierce and feisty, but it was always layered witha new kindness that chased away the darkness that ruled her when we first met.
“I can’t help it.” She threw her arm across her forehead like an eighteenth-century damsel. “He just does things to me…”
“Cat.” I glared.
“Ha! Okay, fine.” She gave one last lingering look towards the kitchen door before swinging her attention back to me. “Anyway, why are you here? You never visit me out of the blue, especially on a Friday night.”
I was usually in a bar or club, perusing the customers who might be down to fuck, even for just a few hours. If I was feeling generous, I’d even let them stay for the weekend. But there was something more urgent going on.
“Harry’s getting married,” I said, shaking my head. I wouldn’t accept it, even though we only spoke about it yesterday.
“Aaah, he finally told you then.”
My eyes snapped to hers. “What do you mean, finally?”
“Well.” She shrugged, scratching her cheek. “He was putting it off for a bit…”
“A bit? Why a bit?”
“You know why.” She gave me a look, but just because I was getting annoyed didn’t mean I had an answer.
Cat rolled her eyes. “Because he knows how you get about things like this. It’s why he waited a week to tell you he and Molly were buying a house together, and you still got weird about that.”
“I don’t. I’m not being weird about it,” I said, sounding so defensive that I made her point for her.
I was surprised they were moving so fast. Harry and Molly had only been together for three years, so they obviously needed more time before marriage.
“I just wanted to ask what you thought,” I said.