'cause we have to set a good example for the kids and what you're suggesting is completely off limits because you're pregnant.”
Carolina gave a little pout, worrying about him sneaking off to some big-busted, pink leather-clad she-minx. “But if I weren't pregnant would you take me out there?”
“It's a moot point at least for the next eight months and we won't be doing anything later cause I can barely walk.”
She silently prayed her babe would hurry and come so she could satisfy Dylan in all the ways he needed, keep him out of the clutches of the numerous women she suspected would do anything to have him for themselves. Carolina gently petted the front of his boxers, “My kiss might make you feel better.”
Dylan shooed her hand away, placing a throw pillow over tender Johnson and the two suffering Jacobs, “Can you really or are you just trying to get your hands on me?”
“I'll try,. She removed the pillow from his resisting fingers to place a chaste kiss on his skin through the opening of his boxers before agilely jumping to her feet. Looking down at him she grinned, “How's that feel?”
Dylan sighed, his eyes rolling back, lids fluttering, feeling as though he were sinking down into warm marshmallow crème, loosing time in euphoria, thick honey butter flowing slowly through his veins, “Gosh you're good,” he exclaimed worshipfully.
Carolina was hurriedly backing her way to the door, “Great so I've done right by you. Now I've got to get cleaned up before I raid the kitchen. See ya later treacle bear.”
He watched her turn and dash from the room. A long time later, he lazily got to his feet and dressed. As he stepped into the hallway, intent on finding Carolina, he heard his mother's voice once more say, “Don't let her go.”
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The next morning Carolina, with crushed granite beneath her white sneakers, withstood the scrutiny of Chris and Vega as she waited for Patrick to back his car from the garage so Dylan could drive her SUV out to her. The couple standing against the backdrop of the sun shower yellow mansion looked weary and more than a little concerned. Their faces mirrored the gloom of the unnervingly quiet and overcast day.
Looking up at a huge neighboring tree Carolina wondered where all the swallows, jays and doves were, usually the morning was filled with their song but today she heard not a single note. Allowing her purse and gym bag to slide from her fingers to the ground, she walked over to the huge tree running her hand along the roughly