25-Sadie

It is well after two a.m., and I am wide awake. Sophia is running a mild fever and has the sniffles. I finally got her down a half hour ago.

So here I am, stretched out on my back, staring at the ceiling at the glow-in-the-dark star stickers. I know it's childish, but it reminds me of all the happy memories I shared with Donnie when we were kids.

Seb and the boys were released from the hospital two days ago. Javi assigned a few agents to look after Seb, Gio, and Max's families. Thankfully, Seb's uncle was nowhere near the shop. If he were, based on where he usually stands to watch over the garage, he would've been blown to pieces.

The whole thing makes me sick, and I can't help but feel responsible for all the shit that keeps piling up and ending up on my best friend's front porch. What if the sick fucks go after Tia, Telle, Tiny, and Lupe? Or my family? My baby girl?

A faint tap on the window pulls me away from the unsettling thoughts in my head. I tilt my head toward the window, waiting to hear the sound again, but it doesn't come immediately. Right as I turn back to the ceiling, a secret knock that Donnie and I made up whenever we would sneak out of our rooms comes through.

"What the…"

I swung my legs over the bed too quickly, my head begins to spin.

Another knock.

"Just a minute," I snap under my breath, knowing he can't hear me.

Once the lightheadedness subsides, I pad to the window and pull the curtains back. I can't help but smile when a pair of crystal blue eyes gleams behind the glass. His bright, boyish smile makes me want to melt into him.

Guh! And wearing his hat backwards — that makes me go crazy!

"Are you going to let me in?" he says through the window.

I contemplate that for a minute, not trusting myself around him, especially with my hormones out of whack, but that feeling goes out the window when he holds up a strawberry shake in his hands.

I unlock the latch and slide the window halfway when Donnie pulls it up. I take a step back to give him room to climb in and take the time to appreciate how the veins in his forearms bulge and flex as he grips the windowsill. His feet meet the carpet, and he shuts the window.

My mouth waters at the way his muscles ripple underneath his long-sleeve T-shirt.

"You got a little drool there, babe." He gives me a sexy grin.

I clamp my lips shut.

"I'm just thirsty." I grab the shake from his hand, and a deep chuckle vibrates in his chest.

I take a sip, gaze up and down at his body, and smile. "Are you wearing pajamas?" He's wearing cotton knit pants with sandals.

His mouth quirk up in a smirk. "Well, it is nighttime, babe."

"Whatever." I playfully roll my eyes. "What are you doing here?"

Donnie steps forward until he's standing directly in front of me. He looks down, places one hand on my baby bump, and smiles. "I wanted to make sure you were feeling ok."

"I am." My voice is soft and breathless.

He lifts his head with a grin, his eyes holding mine. "And I knew you wanted a shake."

I tilt my head to the side as I suck on the straw. "Really? And how did you know?" I ask.

Donnie leans down and pulls the straw from my mouth and into his. He slurps as I watch the creamy pink goodness slide up the straw and into his mouth. Is it normal to be jealous of a plastic straw?

"Mm, that shit's good," he says, slowly putting the straw back into my mouth and sliding it in and out in slow motion.

In and out.

In and out.

Sweet torture.

He is taking his time, mimicking the act as if he wants to throw me against the wall and ravish me.

I clamp my lips down on the straw, and he groans, sending tingling sensations into the sensitive area between my legs.

Fucking hormones.

What the hell is he doing? I've been horny for the past two weeks. Doesn't he know I will jump his ass right here in my bedroom, not giving two shits about my mother and grandmother across the hall?

"And I knew you wanted one because you mentioned how much you craved a strawberry shake the other day." His voice is husky with lust. In a quick motion, he cups my face and kisses me hungrily. He bites my lip and licks the sting.

I can barely catch my breath as he devours me.

I'm holding onto my shake for dear life as he ravishes my lips.

I groan in his mouth and tug on his shirt with my free hand, pulling him closer. That spurs him on. His dick hardens and pokes me in the stomach. The urge to unbutton his pants and let the guy free is strong. I've never given a guy a blowie, but with Donnie, I'll do anything to hear him moan, knowing I am the one causing those noises.

"Fuuuck," he rasps against my mouth. "You're going to make me blow my load in my pants like a fucking tween."

I giggle.

He nips my lips.

"Not funny." He slaps a longing kiss on my lips and pulls away.

I stick the straw back into my mouth and give him an innocent smile. Donnie shakes his head and adjusts himself. My eyes follow the movement, and my panties are freaking soaked.

"Stop it," he groans as if in pain and sexually frustrated.

"You started it," I tease.

"I know." He runs a hand down his face and pulls his hat off for a second before he puts it back on.

"I'm going to go." He clears his throat and jerks his thumb over his shoulder toward the window.

He opens the window and sits on the edge with one hand between his legs and the other gripping the top frame. "Get some sleep, baby. I'll call you tomorrow."

My stomach aches, and it isn't because of the baby. The way Donnie's blue eyes were full of desire and the sexy gruff in his voice did nothing to calm the butterflies from flapping around in my stomach.

"Shorty?"

"Huh?"

He chuckles. "I love you." Before I can say it back, he shuts the window and mouths, "Lock this."

And he's gone.

I lock the latch to the window, peering out to see him slide into his car and drive away, leaving me sexually frustrated.