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“The Titanic?” Jane asked quizzically.

“Yeah, you know…” Brady held out her arms with his and balanced her on his lap as he said, “I’m flying, I’m flying, Jack.”

Jane threw her head back and laughed as she envisioned the famous scene from the movie,
Titanic
and paired it with what they’d just done in the Braves’ video room.
 

“Oh, my God, you have way too much time on your hands.”

“Clever, huh?” Brady asked, while tickling Jane’s sides.

Clever indeed.

**Lucy**

Lucy watched Molly walk out to her car and waited for Connor to shut the door to let loose on him. The doorbell had woken her up, but she didn’t bother getting out of bed until she heard a female voice. She didn’t know who it was, but was curious to find out, so when she found Molly standing in the foyer with Connor, she almost popped an artery.
 

Connor shut the door and spun around so fast, Lucy wasn’t prepared for him to sweep her up into his arms and take her upstairs.
 

“What are you doing?” She squirmed in his arms, trying to get loose.

“Are you trying to kill yourself? Hold still,” Connor demanded, as he walked up the rest of the stairs.

He took her to the bed and set her down, then went back and shut the door. Lucy crossed her arms over her chest, seething and ready to get in a fight, but Connor obviously had other plans. He took his shirt off and walked toward her. He leaned down, grabbed the hem of her shirt and tried to take it off, but she stopped him.
 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Do you really think sex is going to change…?”

“Luke was inches away from blasting his brains out a couple of hours ago, Luce, I need this. Please.”

Lucy’s heart stopped as she saw the tears pooling in Connor’s eyes and the worry lines that creased his face. She hated Molly and wished the girl would get what was coming to her for being such a massive bitch and manipulator, but Luke…Luke had been through hell and he didn’t deserve everything he was going through, and Connor sure as hell didn’t deserve to be put through the wringer as well.
 

Connor never really talked about Luke to Lucy and she didn’t know if it was because it was too hard on him or if it was because Connor knew Luke’s association to Molly was too much for Lucy to handle. The thought of Luke and Molly actually working through the pile of human feces that was stacked up against them and prevailing worried Lucy, because that meant she would have to spend a lot of time with her least favorite person, especially at family functions.
 

Pulling herself out of her thoughts, she rubbed Connor’s face softly with her hand and said, “I’m so sorry. I just don’t like her…”

“I know, love. I know, but please, just give me this; help me forget.”

Lucy nodded, because she knew if she was in Connor’s position, she would want to forget as well. She knew Connor wouldn’t purposefully have Molly over unless it was a real reason and Luke almost killing himself was a real reason.
 

She lifted her arms above her head, so Connor could pull off her shirt. Once it was off, Connor knelt between her spread knees and lowered his mouth to her belly. He placed a gentle kiss on her small protruding stomach and then looked up at her, love screaming from his features. His hands moved up her sides until they cupped her bare breasts.
 

“Love, I know I’m an ass man, but your tits are fucking boner-popping worthy right now.”

Lucy laughed to herself as Connor marveled in their new weight. Since she found out she was pregnant, there were two things that had grown on her body, her stomach and her tits…everything else was pretty much the same size.
 

The way Connor was massaging her breasts and the heightened sensitivity of her nipples had her throwing her head back and moaning like a damn animal in heat.
 

“Fuck…that’s so hot, love.”

“They are so sensitive.”

Connor’s hands stilled as he looked at her, “Am I hurting you?”

“No, you’re hurting me by stopping what you’re doing. Please, keep touching me.”

Connor smiled and dropped his hands down to her sweats while grinning. It was hard not to get lost in his bright blue eyes and sexy smile. There was no one else who could make her feel the way he made her feel, completely cherished.
 

Once her pants were off, he slid his hands back up her legs and spread her legs wide apart. His eyes lit up when he saw how aroused she was. She couldn’t help it, one touch from Connor and she was ready to go, she was putty in his hands. The man was a walking aphrodisiac.
 

“I need to eat you out, love. I need to taste you.”

Hell, who was she to stop the man from doing what he wanted? So, she spread her legs even further, giving him full access. He shook his head and smiled.
 

“This isn’t good enough. I want you propped up.” Connor went to the closet, pulled out some extra pillows and brought them over to the bed. He had her lean back on the mattress with her legs dangling off the end of the bed. Lifting her gently, he placed four pillows under her back and butt to prop her up, so all he had to do was drop his head slightly and have a feast. “Now, spread your legs, love.”

Lucy did as she was told and felt a cold breeze hit her arousal from being so exposed. She could only imagine what she looked like, but Connor seemed pleased because he was licking his lips, and the look in his eyes was ravenous.
 

Without even taking a second to think, Connor lowered his head and started making out with her pussy…literally. He kissed, licked, sucked, pulled and even nipped along her sensitive nub, making Lucy’s body take off from zero to sixty in two seconds. Her hands crept up to Connor’s head to run her fingers through his hair, encouraging him to keep doing the fan-fucking-tastic job he was doing.
 

Connor ran his hands up Lucy’s legs and met her hands with his. He entwined their fingers together as he continued to tease her and push her into an unforgettable bliss.
 

His tongue ran the length of her folds, and each time he hit her nub, he pressed a kiss, sucking her in completely. Her body went numb, her legs flew open even wider and her head lifted off the mattress as a wave of shattering orgasms ran through her body.
 

“Fucking Christ!” Lucy screamed as she held on tight to Connor’s hands as his tongue continued to swipe up her arousal. Once the intenseness of her orgasm died down, she pressed her head against the mattress and tried to control her breathing.
 

“That was so hot, love.”
 

Connor had the pillows out from under her in seconds and pulled her legs so her butt was on the very edge of the bed. In one swift movement, Connor inserted himself into Lucy’s already-wet pussy and started pumping hard into her. When he’d lost his pants, she didn’t know and she didn’t care, all she cared about was the way Connor applied pressure to her already-swollen clit and thrust into her.
 

In fascination, Lucy watched as every sinew of muscle in Connor’s body flexed and stretched with his movements. He was fucking hot to watch when he lost control, when he wanted to forget…which Lucy didn’t mind at all, because the picture in front of her was absolutely priceless.
 

“Fuck….” Connor drawled out as his body started to tense. “Love, you have to come with me.”

“I am,” Lucy didn’t lie, as an orgasm raked through her body.

Connor grunted through his teeth as he filled Lucy with his stiff cock and drained himself completely. Collapsing on top of her, Lucy felt his heavy breathing match hers as they reveled in their post-orgasmic state.
 

When Connor finally caught his breath, he propped himself up on the bed and looked into Lucy’s eyes. The stress and worry were no longer clouding his eyes, but instead they were replaced with love…love for her. Her heart melted at the sight.
 

“Thank you, love. Thank you for letting me have this.”

“You always come first, Connor. Even if I hate Molly, really, really hate her, you will always come first.”
 

“I know you do and I’m sorry you had to wake up to that, but she has no one else to go to and Luke is my brother. I have to take some responsibility in making sure he gets better.” Connor lowered his head as he said, “I want him better, I need him better. I miss him, Luce.”

Shit.

Lucy felt like absolute shit. Her hatred for Molly really clouded the fact that Luke was Connor’s brother and that Connor must be going through hell…and her fighting with Molly probably wasn’t helping.
 

“I’m sorry, Connor. I haven’t been very supportive when it comes to Luke, but I promise to be better, just…keep me away from her.”

“I’ll do my best, love.”

That was all she could ask.
 

Chapter Ten

**Molly**

After putting the bed back together, throwing the smashed-up chair away in the dumpster, and taping up the shattered window, Molly waited patiently for Luke to show up. Connor was dropping him off after he posted bail. Molly made sure to hide Luke’s car keys so he had to come back to the apartment and he had to stay.

She was still shaken up from the events of this morning, but she knew she had to push her emotions to the side and be strong, not only for herself, but for Luke as well. Even though she knew she had to be strong, she didn’t know how much more strength she could muster. She’d used up most of her strength when she thought Luke had died and she still had to carry his child through birth. That took Incredible Hulk fucking Godzilla kind of strength; she didn’t think she had that much left.
 

Looking over at a picture of Winnie on her wall, she thought about how she so desperately wished everything was different…that Luke never “died,” that they’d actually gotten married on the beach like they planned, that Luke actually knew his daughter. The mere fact that Luke had never even held their daughter killed Molly, tore her apart, because she knew Luke would be an amazing father and would love Winnie more than anything, if he actually gave their family a chance.
 

She couldn’t think about that right now, though…small steps. She first needed to get Luke to agree to stay with her and see a psychologist; then she could start integrating Winnie into their lives and hopefully, they could be a family. Wishful thinking.
 

Molly’s door flew open, startling the ever-living-hell out of her.

She turned and found Luke barging in and Connor trailing after him.
 

“Dude, I told you. I’m not going to leave you here if you’re going to go all psychotic. You have to calm down,” Connor said, as he shut the front door, blocking off the noise from the neighbors.

“I’m calm,” Luke practically shouted, as he took a deep breath and tried to calm his rapid breathing as both of his hands rested on his hips. “I’m calm.”

Molly stood in the living room, shocked at first from two Cartwright men barreling through her apartment, trying to decide what to do. Her heart was pulling toward Luke after the hell they went through this morning, but then again, he had a look in his eyes that was warning everyone within a hundred foot radius to stay the hell away.

“When you say you’re fine while clenching your teeth, that doesn’t mean you’re fine,” Connor countered.

Luke turned to his brother and said in an even tone, “I was in jail today for something I don’t remember doing. I was put through hell, sitting in that cold cell, while flashbacks of the last two years kept popping up in my mind. I’m fucking tired and I just want to be left alone. I promise I’m calm and I won’t do anything to Molly.”

Connor scanned Luke up and down, looking for any kind indication that he was lying. When Molly looked at Luke, she could tell he really was tired and tense. He needed space and she needed to remove Connor from the apartment because, even though he had the best of intentions, he was doing nothing to calm Luke down.
 

“I’m fine,” she said, interrupting Connor before he could reply to Luke.
 

Connor looked at Molly skeptically and then back at Luke. Returning his eyes to Molly he said, “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call.”

“And what about me?” Luke practically seethed. “Do I get any assistance when she turns into a massive bitch?”

“Luke…” Connor warned.
 

Luke threw his hands up and said, “Where’s the brotherly love? Damn!”

“Just go, Connor,” Molly pleaded.
 

Connor nodded his head and left Luke and Molly to themselves in their apartment. Once the door was shut, Luke turned on his heels and looked Molly directly in the eyes.

“Where are my damn keys?” Luke seethed, as he started looking around the apartment like a damn banshee.
 

Molly knew Luke wasn’t in the best of moods, but for some reason, she had thought Luke might come back to the apartment, give her a hug and apologize for this morning then they would make sweet love and talk about their options for the future. As she watched Luke tear through the apartment, she realized she was thinking crazy. Yup, she was the crazy woman living in denial. Like the man was going to change for the better from going to jail…that was just wishful thinking. Of course he was going to come back seething; he’d just sat in jail all day while trying to fight off his demons. She was sure the conditions he’d been sitting in were a fine reminder of where he recently came from.