Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
His chest shook as he chuckled. “’Cause I’m the only man you’ve woken up next to.”
“Obviously.” I stretched and kissed his jaw before slipping out of bed. “Lead the way, caveman. Now that I’m up, coffee first. Then maybe I’ll forgive you for spanking me last night.”
“You enjoyed every second of it,” he muttered as he threw on a T-shirt and jeans.
Apparently worrying him meant getting spanked. Repeatedly. With zero regrets. On either of our parts.
When we got up to get dressed, I slipped on one of Beck’s T-shirts and tied it at the waist before pulling on a pair of snug jeans. His eyes raked over my outfit with heat and approval, making butterflies dance in my stomach. I was tempted to lure him back into bed, but I was starving, so we headed downstairs together. The clubhouse was already buzzing with quiet morning activity. A couple of men nodded to Beck as we passed, but most of the action was centered in the kitchen.
“There she is!” Dahlia called out, balancing a toddler on one hip while she stirred something on the stove. I met the club president’s wife yesterday and had been amazed by how easily she seemed to handle being the mom of twins. “You hungry? Or just in desperate need of caffeine like the rest of us?”
Her daughter toddled over to us and lifted her arms toward Beck. My heart melted when he bent low to pick up Violet and cradle her against his chest. Again, I was reminded of how he’d taken me without any protection. Every single time we’d had sex. And all the dirty talk about knocking me up.
We hadn’t even put a name to our relationship or shared our feelings with each other yet—at least not in the form of those three little words—but it was easy to picture Beck holding our daughter sometime in the future.
Shaking my head to dispel the image, I beamed a smile at Dahlia. “Both. Definitely both.”
“You’re in luck.” She handed Jett off to Fox after he strode into the kitchen. “Sadie left a few batches of cinnamon rolls in the fridge that I just had to pop in the oven.”
I licked my lips. “Yum.”
“Yummy,” Violet echoed, making me laugh.
“Sounds like I’m not the only one looking forward to a delicious breakfast.” I crossed the room to grab two mugs. After pouring coffee into both and adding cream to mine, I joined Beck at the table, where he had sat down with Violet on his lap.
“Thanks, baby.”
Dahlia slid a plate of cinnamon rolls on the table in front of us. “Aw, so sweet.”
“You sound like a sap,” Savage muttered from the doorway, earning a glare from Beck.
“Careful how much shit you give me,” Beck growled. “You know what they say about reaping what you sow.”
“Sure turned out that way for you,” Fox pointed out with a wide grin.
I mock-glared at Beck. “Why warn him when I’m the best darn thing that’s ever happened to you?”
Dahlia laughed. “She’s got you there.”
Savage looked smug until Beck brushed a kiss against my cheek and taunted, “You’d be lucky as fuck to find a woman half as incredible as mine.”
“Still sweet,” Dahlia murmured with a grin.
Savage shook his head as he stalked over to the coffee pot. “And so fucking weird since Phoenix isn’t known for his warm and cuddly personality.”
Dahlia’s smile disappeared when her daughter echoed, “Fuck.”
“Watch your mouth.” Fox slapped the back of Savage’s head.
“Sorry,” Savage muttered before keeping his mouth shut except for sipping his coffee and eating.
The rest of breakfast passed in a blur of caffeine, sticky fingers, and the kind of teasing that bounced from one end of the kitchen to the other. Nobody brought up business or me almost being kidnapped. Probably because we were all too busy cramming cinnamon rolls into our mouths to talk.
After the last roll disappeared and the kids toddled off for naps—or mayhem, depending on the family—we hung out with a couple of the guys and their pregnant wives in the great room. Beck didn’t say much, just held my hand and rubbed lazy circles against my palm with his thumb as though he couldn’t stand not touching me.
Later in the day, I kicked off my shoes and curled up sideways across the bed. He followed a second later, flopping down behind me and tugging me into his chest like I was the world’s most valuable possession. One hand slid under my shirt, resting warm and possessive on my stomach.
At some point, I must’ve dozed off. The next thing I knew, the light outside had shifted to darkness and Beck was stroking a hand down my back in slow, unhurried lines.
“Hey,” he said softly. “I have to head out for a bit.”
I rolled over to face him, blinking the sleep from my eyes. “Now? Where?”