Craving The Wrong Brother (Sloane and Knox) novel Chapter 240

Chapter 240

Chapter 240

The words are barely out of my mouth when Luke slams on the brakes. The tires screech, and my body jerks forward, stopped only by the seatbelt. My heart is pounding, and I clutch the dashboard, gasping.

“Jesus, Luke!” I say, turning to him. “What the hell-”

He’s staring at me, his eyes wide, his mouth slightly open. “Are you… pregnant?”

The air between us feels electric, crackling with a million unspoken things. My heart thuds against my ribcage as I search his face, waiting for some kind of reaction.

“Yes,” I whisper. “I am.”

His hands drop from the steering wheel, falling into his lap. He looks stunned, like he’s just been hit with a brick. “You’re serious?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

“We’re… having a baby?”

“How many times do I have to say yes before you-”

Before I can finish, Luke flings open his door and bolts out of the car like it’s on fire.

“What the hell?” I exclaim, twisting in my seat to watch him race around to my side.

In seconds, he’s yanking my door open. His hands are on me, undoing my seatbelt with a frenzy that makes my heart race. I barely have time to process before he pulls me out of the car and wraps me in a crushing hug.

“Oh, my God. We’re having a baby,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear.

“We are.”

His arms tighten even more. “We’re having a babyyyyyy!”

“Luke, you’re squeezing me!” I laugh, breathless from the pressure.

“Sorry! Sorry.” He pulls away just enough to look at me, his eyes sparkling like he’s seeing me for the first time. There’s this wild, uncontainable joy in them that I’ve never seen before. Then, without warning, he slips one arm under my legs and lifts me off the ground.

“Luke!” I shriek, laughing harder now. “What has gotten into you?”

He grins, ignoring my protests, and starts running toward the house like a man possessed.

“You’re just showing off now!” I manage between laughs. “Trying to say I’m weightless by running with me, huh?”

“You’re like 130 pounds. Not really a challenge,” he teases.

“Thanks for the boost of confidence. Now put me down!”

“Nope.” He smirks, carrying me through the front door like some triumphant warrior returning home.

The familiar voice of Javier echoes through the foyer. “Lucas, is that you? Who’s with you? Julie?”

“Hi, Javier!” I call out, trying to sound composed, though I’m still in Luke’s arms. “Tell your grandson to put me down!”

Luke doesn’t stop. Instead, be shouts, “We’re having a baby!”

Javier freezes in his chair. His jaw drops, and for once, the man is speechless. I’ve never seen him like that, and I can’t help but laugh.

“I think we just gave your grandpa a heart attack,” I whisperto Luke.

He’s had a long and fruitful life,” Lake replies, chuckling as he continues up the stairs with me still in his arms,

“Seriously, put me down,” I insist, though I’m grinning like a fool. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“I’m fine.”

I shake

my

head, laughing. “You’re ridiculous,”

“Ridiculously happy,” he fires back. “And you’re going to have to deal with it.”

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We reach his bedroom, and he kicks the door open with his foot, refusing to let go of me. He sets me down gently on the bed, his hands lingering on my waist for a beat longer than necessary.

I expect him to pull away, to say something silly or dramatic, but instead, he just stares at me, his smile softening into something more tender.

“Luke…” I whisper.

His eyes are glistening with an emotion I can’t quite place–joy, awe, maybe even a hint of fear.

“What do I need to do?” he asks. “Get you tea? A heating pad? Book you a doctor’s appointment? I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do anymore. I’m out of touch.”

“Luke-”

“It feels like a million years ago since I cared for a pregnant woman,” he rambles, pacing a little now, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Luke.”

He stops pacing, his eyes wide.

“I’m pregnant, not sick,” I say.

He exhales, laughing at himself, then plops onto the bed beside me. “I think I’m having a happiness attack. Is that a thing?”

“You’re impossible,” I say, moving closer to him, my heart swelling at how adorably overwhelmed he looks. I cup his face, taking his chin between my fingers and turning his head so he’s facing me. His skin is warm beneath my touch, and I can feel the tension vibrating through him.

“Don’t pass out on me,” I tease.

He inches closer, his eyes falling on my lips. “I would never.”

For a moment, it’s just us. He leans in, as if he’s about to kiss me, but then he pulls back a bit.

“I took alcohol,” he says. “I should probably not be kiss-”

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I don’t let him finish. I crash my lips against his, silencing him with a kiss that’s far from gentle. It’s messy, urgent, a collision of emotions too big to

contain.

He freezes for a second, like he wasn’t expecting it, but then his hands are in my hair, pulling me closer. He kisses me back with an intensity that makes my heart race.

His hands slide down to my waist, and he pulls me onto his lap. The taste of whiskey on his breath mingles with the warmth of his mouth, and I don’t care about anything except the way he’s making me feel.

We pull apart, both gasping for air. His forehead rests against mine, his breath ragged.

“God, Julie,” he whispers. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited for this.”

I press my hands to his chest, feeling his heart pounding beneath my palms. “It’s not a competition, but I think I’ve waited longer.”

He laughs and kisses me again, softer this time, slower. It’s less about urgency and more about feeling–letting every emotion seep into the spaces between us.

When we finally break apart, he exhales, his smile returning. “So, this is happening”

“It is,” I say, laughing.

“We’re having a baby,” he repeats, as if saying it out loud makes it more real. “Our baby.”

Tears prick at my eyes, and I nod. “Our baby.”

He flips me over, the world spinning around as I get underneath him. His body is warm and strong over me, and I can feel the buttons of his shirt against my chest. He kisses me again. His lips are soft, and his hands are rough as they grip the hem of my dress, pulling it up my thighs, I don’t egre about anything except the way he’s kissing me, the way he’s looking at me, like I am everything he’s ever wanted.

He takes off his suit jacket and shirt in one swift movement. My dress is around my waist, and I am trying to remember how to breathe, how to move, how to be in this moment.

Next, he takes off my dress, flinging it somewhere on the floor. The other clothes come off in a blur. His belt. His pants. My panties. I can see the faint veins of his dick straining against his briefs, the bead of sweat trailing down his chest, the upward and downward movement of his Adam’s apple, Finally, the briefs come off too.

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His hands are everywhere, touching me, caressing me, claiming me, like he wants to make sure I am real, that I am not just a figment of his imagination. He kisses me slow and deep, our tongues intertwining in a sensual dance.

My hands are in his hair, tugging just enough to make him moan my name, and I love that he is mine, that we are doing this. I nip at his lips, his neck. I am so hungry for him, for us, for the life we are making.

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