14. Stefan
14
STEFAN
“Oh My God,” I complain. “This is fu—” Wren slams her hand over my mouth before the naughty word can pass through my lips.
“There are children around,” she rasps between clenched teeth, and then quickly pulls her hand away. “Eeeew, did you just lick me?”
Nodding, I chuckle as she wipes her licked palm down my face. “Ohhh no, not my slobber.”
“Shut up,” she hisses, slapping me in the arm. “You’re doing great, Stefan. Just mind the language.”
“Yes, boss,” I reply with a salute. “Shall we get a drink?”
“Sure,” she replies and we make our way over to the drink table. I rest my hand on her lower back as we walk, and I feel a heat radiate from her to me. She lifts her gaze to mine when we reach the drink table and she smiles. Wren really is beautiful, but before I can tell her, a little hand grabs mine and tugs.
Looking down, I see a little girl with pigtails and a plastic princess crown staring up at me. Dropping down to her height, I smile at her. “What can I do for you, princess?”
“That lady wants to speak to you.” Looking over to where she’s pointing, I see a woman. She has her back to us, and I take a moment to appreciate her sexy as hell ass in her figure-hugging, bright orange dress. Long bleached-blonde hair skims her shoulders, which are muscular and sexy. And her legs, they go on and on and on. How I missed her before is beyond me.
“Thanks, sweetie,” I tell the little girl, and before I can say anything else she skips away.
Standing back up, I keep my eyes on the blond hottie who wants a word with me.
“Stefan, you cannot screw that woman here,” Wren warns from beside me.
“I wasn’t even thinking about that.” Kinda. Sorta. Maybe. She turns her gaze to me, and from the look on her face, she knows I’m full of shit. “Come on, Wren, it’s been weeks since I got laid.”
She looks at me. “Fine, just not here … or at home, I don’t need to hear that.”
“You jealous that you can’t have a piece of me?”
Her gaze roams over me, her cheeks darken, and I’m about to say something inappropriate when Wren’s eyes widen to the size of saucers and she whispers, “Fuck me.”
“Now who needs to mind their language?”
“Not the time, Stefan,” she snaps. I don’t know how we went from having fun Wren to snippy Wren in the span of three point five seconds. I haven’t done anything but then she lifts her hand, grips my chin, and turns my attention to the woman now facing us. My gaze roams over her and she looks somewhat familiar, then my eyes land on her belly.
Her pregnant belly.
My eyes widen like Wren’s, and then I flick them back up to the woman’s face. Her gaze locks with mine and she smiles. Memories of her on her knees smiling up at me flash before my eyes, as she starts to make her way over to Wren and me.
My eyes drop back to her belly and are locked on her bump when she reaches us.
“Stefan,” she purrs when she reaches Wren and me. She rests her hand on her bump and murmurs, “Surprise.”