Page 71 of Blissful Devotion

What do I do?

I jerk my chin at him and give him a nod to tell him to go for it, but I should have known better. Now he looks even more confused.

“We need to find someone for her to talk to, even if it’s not us.” Alex walks back into the room, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, a little towel in his hands, wiping them down.

Kat turns to look at him, and her eyes scrunch up in adorable confusion.

“Where were you?”

“I had a mess to clean up,” he tells her, leveling her with a look that says, ‘drop it’, and I get the feeling I missed something.

“I could have done that,” she argues, because of course she does, and attempts to stand. She doesn’t get far, though; her stomach is too close to the table to really stand without moving her chair back.

It gives Alex just enough time to walk over, leaning over the back of her chair so they’re nearly cheek to cheek.

“There isn’t a single part of you that I don’t love or a single thing I wouldn’t do for you. That was nothing. I would happily do much worse daily if it meant you were here safe.” Kat doesn’t move, sitting so still I have to really focus to see her chest rise and fall. “But what you’re not going to do is waste the pancakes I worked so hard to make, or worry yourself over things that we can do to help you because you and the kids… You’re the only thing that matters.”

We watch them, unable to look away, and honestly, my cock is very interested as well.

I love watching him with her, the way he and Father make her react even with just their words…

It’s something.

“Understand?” he presses when she remains quiet for a few seconds, seemingly unaware he’s looking for an answer.

She turns her head so that they're nearly kissing, only a breath between them.

“Understood.” Her voice is quiet, but somehow it feels as if she’s yelled, with the way it resonates in the room.

Neither of them moves; instead, they hold their gaze, filling the room with desire and electricity.

Her tongue pokes out, running over her lower lip to wet it, and every eye in the room tracks the movement.

Fuckkkk.

I have to adjust, my hard cock pressing painfully against my jeans. Her eyes flick to me as I move, and my lips pull up in a smirk as I watch her gaze heat. I grip my cock and grind up into my hand, happy to give her a show.

She doesn’t disappoint; her eyes go wide as her breathing quickens and grows more labored.

“This isn’t resting,” Oliver says, breaking our trance, and I hate that he’s right.

The room is quiet; the tension high, but not uncomfortable. Alex presses a kiss to the top of her head, moving away to sit across from us. I shake the lust off and instead offer her a forkful of food. It’s adorable that she looks almost as annoyed as I feel by being interrupted. She leans in, wrapping her lips around my fork, and it shouldn’t be sensual, shouldn’t make me think of her lips wrapped around my cock, but here we are.

It’s going to be a long three months.

She finishes about half the pancake, my cock growing impossibly harder with every bite, leaving me aching before she turns her attention back to the rest of the table.

“Where’s Addison?” I can tell by the way she said it that it’s something she’s been thinking about, probably since the moment she got her memories back.

“With our parents in Italy,” Father answers her. I watch her lips pull down into a frown as she nods.

“When can we go and get her?” The sadness in her words makes my heart feel like it’s being squeezed and my stomach knot.

I hate when she’s sad.

“You can’t.” Her head snaps to her right, and I don’t need to see her face to know she’s glaring at Oliver.

One thing you shouldn’t do is get between Kat and Addison; she’s definitely a mama bear.