9. Yvette

Chapter 9

Yvette

There's something delightfully chaotic about having dinner at Sullivan and Romi's home. It's always a crazy adventure.

The aroma of my sister's famous lasagna greets us as Sullivan opens the door for us with Spencer cradled in his arms.

As Banks and I step into the house, Angus, their spoiled Rottweiler, trots over like the self-appointed guardian he is. Banks meets the dog's inspection with calm confidence. "Hey there, big guy," he says, offering a hand for Angus to sniff. The dog gives Banks the once-over, then huffs and nudges him as if saying, "Okay, you're cool."

"Looks like you passed the test," I tease as we head further inside.

"Good to know." Banks laughs, shooting me that killer grin that makes my stomach do flips while my newly awakened lady bits wake up.

"It's about time you got here," Romi jokes from the kitchen, waving a wooden spoon in our direction. "Why don't you help me with dinner while the guys babysit Spencer and Angus?"

Banks turns to me, mischief dancing in his eyes. "Do you mind if I abandon you to the culinary chaos, just for a little while?"

I roll my eyes, exaggerating my exasperation. "I guess I can do kitchen duty this once, but don't get used to me being Suzy-homemaker."

"Deal," he promises, brushing a quick kiss on my cheek before he and Sullivan disappear into the living room where Spencer is already snoring softly in the baby swing.

I meander into the kitchen, where Romi is in her element.

"So," Romi starts, an unmistakable twinkle in her eyes. "Have you jumped Mr. Eye Candy's hot body yet?"

"I plead the fifth." I laugh, rolling up my sleeves to help chop veggies.

"You can't plead the fifth with me. We're going to have lunch next week so I can get all the naughty details." She winks, nudging me with her elbow.

"Not happening," I grumble, but we both know she'll eventually wheedle the entire story out of me.

"We'll see."

"Yes, we will." We dive into easy chatter, the kind only two sisters can have, peppered with sarcasm and mutual understanding. Spencer's happy babbling filters in from the other room, punctuated by the occasional cheer or groan from the guys as they get lost in the game.

Dinner is ready before we know it, and we shuffle into the dining room where the air's filled with the good-natured ribbing between the two men.

In the midst of it all, little Spencer decides he's not particularly interested in the lack of attention he's receiving. His baby babble turns fussy, little hands flailing, and I instinctively reach over, scooping him out of his bouncy seat.

"There we go," I coo, cuddling him against my chest. His tiny body curls into mine, his big eyes watching everyone with an expression I swear is part fascination, part mischief.

Banks, seated beside me, catches my eye over the table's edge. He leans in, his lips brushing my ear as he whispers, "I can't wait to see you holding my son in your arms."

Those words land like fireworks. An unexpected burst of hunger flickers through me, and I swear my ovaries explode at the heat shining from his dark eyes. The promise of the future he already envisions sends a thrill spiraling up my spine.

"Behave," I manage, shooting him a look that's more unsteady than stern. It's hard to keep a straight face when his words have lit a fuse inside me.

Dinner becomes a blur after that. I'm on autopilot, engaging in the usual banter while Spencer squirms and giggles. But all I can think about is getting home and jumping Banks' bones.

Once we finally say our goodbyes and head out, there's an urgency settling between us. When we get back to our place, I turn to Banks, words hanging in the air, and see the desire etched across his face. There's no hesitation.

With a singular focus, I strip off my clothes, feeling the cool air against my skin. Banks watches me, his gaze intense and appreciative, making me feel like the most powerful woman on earth.

Then I sink to my knees, the motion smooth and deliberate. It's a moment where vulnerability and strength collide, and right here, with him, it feels right.

"Yvette," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that seems to resonate within me. His hand cups my face, and everything else disappears until there's only us.

My hands shake as I fumble to unhook his pants. With a little help from him, I manage to drag them down a little and free his massive cock. A full-body shiver runs through him as I wrap my hand around it and slowly stroke up and down. He locks his knees and groans my name when I lean forward and wrap my lips around it.

I feel wetness leaking from my core as I suck his cock to the back of my throat. It takes me a few moments to figure out all the logistics, but I finally manage to wrangle his massive dick into submission. He doesn't seem to have any complaints about my fumbling—if his hand wrapped tightly in my hair and his loud groans are anything to go by. When he starts explaining in great detail all the things he's going to do to my body, I almost come from the words alone.

I'm starting to get the hang of this when he pulls back and lifts me up against his chest in one move. "Hey," I complain as he kisses up the side of my neck. "Why did you stop me?"

"You can finish later. Right now, I'm going to work on knocking you up."

"I can live with that plan." The hallway flies by as he rushes toward the bedroom. He stumbles a little bit and mutters a few choice words while he struggles with his pants. I hear both shoes fly off somewhere in the hall before his pants follow them. He continues his way to the bedroom, kissing me deeper with each step.

He lays me across the cool silk comforter and steps back to pull his shirt over his head. My poor lady parts are in for quite a workout , I think as he prowls toward me.

He places his knee on the bed next to my hip and leans over me to close his lips around one of my nipples. My eyes roll back in my head when he slowly sucks it into his mouth and bites down gently.

"Please," I growl, trying to rush him while he slowly drives me wild.

"Be patient," he mumbles against my skin and kisses his way over to the other side to give it the same treatment.

"I was born without patience," I remind him and drag my nails through his hair to grasp his scalp tightly.

"Uh-huh." I feel his lips turn up into a smile against my skin before he runs his tongue up the side of my throat. "I love you." Those words will always have the power to turn me into a puddle of Jell-O.

"Then freaking hurry up." I'm not above begging at this point. "I need to feel you inside me."

I finally found the right words to get him moving. I breathe a sigh of relief when he lines his cock up at my entrance. He leans back on his arms to stare into my eyes as he slowly pushes deep with one thrust.

I press my heels into the soft covers and lift my hips up to meet each of his rapid thrusts. When he reaches between us to press his thumb against my clit, fireworks erupt behind my closed eyelids, and I nearly pass out as a powerful orgasm blasts through me.

He drops to the bed and pulls my limp body into his arms before placing a soft kiss on my forehead. Once I get my breathing under control, I whisper against his warm skin, "I love you, too."