Read Online Beyond Christmas (Corrupt Chaos MC #1.5) by Bink Cummings - Free Book Online

grandbabies. But, we’re not young anymore and I’m happy with our family the way it is.”
    His face deflates, frowning. I want to cry. “Ye dinnae want a baby with me?”
    Oh, no, not those weepy eyes. I can’t stand those weepy teal eyes. “If our lives were different, then yes. But I just want us. We’ll get married—”
    “On New Year’s,” he cuts me off, and my eyes morph into saucers.
    How did we not talk about this before? Today, we were too engrossed in our little love bubble of us washing each other in the shower, and him helping me cook meatloaf. After, he put me on the kitchen counter and gave me three orgasms with his mouth. Then, we freshened up and made out like horny teenagers on the couch while the meatloaf cooked. Once it was finished, we headed over here with the food and a load of presents. We didn’t spend any of the time talking about the important things. Maybe we should have discussed this before.
    “We’ll leave you two to confer.” Whisky pats me on the shoulder and the group disperses.
    Briefly, I rake our surroundings before returning my attention to Lachlan. There’s an enormous Christmas tree in the middle of the barn that nearly touches the ceiling. It’s decorated with huge ornaments and lights. Little heaters are chugging hot air into the room to keep us toasty, and the smell of the food is making my mouth water. From the looks of it, all of the men are here, wearing their vests and drinking beer. It’s just like the club parties, but there are more family members in attendance. Even Whisky and Sniper’s boys have come out to party.
    “We really shouldn’t be talking about this here.” I gesture to the room, hoping to delay this discussion until later.
    “Ye dinnae wanna marry me on New Year’s?” He changes the subject back to the one I am dying to stay away from. My stomach balls into a knot.
    “No, I don’t.” I’m honest with him because it’s the truth. Lachlan rears back like I’ve slapped him, so I continue, praying to defuse the situation. “I would like to marry you on the same day you saved me. It’s kind of our anniversary of sorts, and it just makes sense to do it that way. Plus, it’ll give me enough time to plan it with Whisky and Bridget.”
    Cheesy rice, I can’t believe I admitted that. It’s something I might have dreamt of a time or two. Never something I thought I’d ever be able to say aloud to anyone, especially him. Guess the cat’s outta the bag now.
    Lachlan’s sour face melts into one of brilliant elation, and he rewards me another one of those rare smiles. Twice in one day has to be a record or something. Hugging him around his waist, I nuzzle my nose between the flaps of his vest, to his shirt-clad pec. My stomach flutters at the amazing feeling of being here with him, touching him, loving him. And to think: just months ago, I couldn’t let him touch me. Now, I’m an addict.
    “I can give ye that, my leannan.” He embraces me in return, holding on tight. “And if ye dinnae want kids, then we’ll be bloody grandparents in twenty years when Pip gives us a grandbaby.”
    I hate to tell him that the poor lad is probably gonna be a grandpa sooner, but I don’t wanna spoil his content mood. “Okay, sweetheart; thank you. Now, let’s go mingle with our family.”
    Breaking away, I lift to my tippy toes to kiss him on the lips. Not satisfied, he grabs my butt, hooks my leg over his hip, and slips his tongue into my mouth. Hot and heavy, we toy with each other until we’re left breathless and his cock is rock-solid under his kilt.
    Tearing my mouth from his with a gasp, my lips throb with the beat of my heart. Reaching down, I grasp his thickness in my palm. He groans with need, slapping my hand away. I let it fall to my side, grinning wickedly at him.
    “I cannae let ye do that here, lassie. Ye wanna play, we do that at home,” he says, sampling his bottom lip, as his eyes roam over me like a thousand little fingers ghosting