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  “So, this entire time, you’ve been trying to help me and protect me, huh? But why me?”

  “Haven’t you figured it out yet, Sweet Pea?”

  I bite my bottom lip, my stare filling with heat as this man worms his way further into my heart with each sentence. “What’s that, VP?”

  “I’m a goner for you. I haven’t been able to get you off my mind since the moment I opened my eyes on the side of the road to meet yours. I knew then I had to have you, that you were my angel. Getting to know you, I discovered that not only are you empathetic and genuine, but you’re considerate, headstrong, intelligent, and the best woman I’ve ever met. It also helped that you’re fine as fuck. Now you’re pregnant with my kid, and damn, baby, it’s fate. What are the odds that two people will break down and wreck in the dark, at the same time, and be thrown together like we were?”

  “I’d say not many, at least not unintentionally. I could imagine it being a setup, but I had no clue you’d be there that night over two months ago, or that my battery cable would come loose.”

  “Exactly. We were meant to be. I know it already; I’m just waiting on you to get on board with me.”

  A quiet snicker leaves me as he smirks. He’s pretty proud he’s figured this all out and I’m having to catch up. Not that I mind one bit. Sebastian is someone I’ve needed most in my life this past year and had no clue. “I’m on board now…sorry to keep you waiting,” I tease.

  He winks, flashing me a grin, looking even sexier now that his mood seems to be lifting. “Not gonna lie, thought you were giving me the boot. You had me sweating.”

  I laugh loudly at seeing him exhale in relief. “Oh, please, there’s no way I could leave you, Sebastian. Not anymore. I’m in too deep. I may’ve considered it in the beginning. I tried warning myself to be safe and hold back from getting in too deep with you, but that thought is gone.”

  “Thank God,” he rasps, moving to peel my shirt off. “These perfect tits are gonna swell, and I can’t wait to suck and fuck ‘em, Baby. You’re already the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, but imagining you rounded out with my kid, makes me want to come in my pants.”

  “How about you come in me instead?” I suggest, squirming my way free to crawl over the huge bed toward the pillows. At least when he ordered the new bed, he had enough sense to order sheets and a comforter the same shade as my old set.

  “Mm, you feeling well enough for me to ravage you? Not trying to make you uncomfortable when you’re sick. Sex can wait, Angel. I’ll be patient for you.”

  I wiggle my eyebrows, licking my lips at the thought of him ravishing me. “More than all right. I’m feeling extra horny for my man…for my baby daddy.” The swirling emotions that were plaguing me when he arrived have passed. I haven’t felt this at ease in a long time, and there’s nothing I’d enjoy more than having him closer. I want to feel him all over me.

  He groans loudly. “You can call me daddy all fucking night, Savannah. I’ll make your sexy ass come so many times you pass the fuck out.”

  “Sounds perfect to me,” I retort, my body igniting in response. Sebastian reaches for my ankles, tugging my yoga pants down my legs and tosses them behind him toward the closet. I may have a thing about stuff being everywhere and he’s been good so far about trying not to leave clothes strewn about. He’s a man, though, so there’re T-shirts often left in random spots around the apartment. Drives me crazy to find them when I clean up, but I’d miss them if they were gone completely.

  His tattooed hands trail up my thighs, his fingers grabbing for my panties next. I’m already panting in anticipation as to what’s to come. He never disappoints or leaves me needy. The man knows how to satisfy like no other. “You have too many clothes on,” I point out, wanting him naked as well. I love his body and can never get enough of rubbing my hands all over him.

  He shrugs. “The only thing I need to worry about is pulling my cock out enough to stick it in your warm, wet cunt. I’m not all pretty and curvy in the right spots like you.”

  I offer a grin and argue. “Not so fast. I want to see skin. You know I like to look at you.”

  He smirks, his cobalt irises sparkling. “You will, only it’ll be your skin on display. Now hush up and let me eat this tasty pussy.”

  “Oh, Lord!” I nearly shout as his mouth meets my core, and his firm grip digs into my hips. I’ve concluded that this man is insatiable where my vagina is concerned. I don’t mind, even though it’s what got us pregnant in the first place. He’s too good. I won’t tell him that and stroke his ego any further. Right now, he’s hot and humble, and I don’t ever want that to change.

  “Can’t get enough of you, Sav.”

  Thank God for that.

  “I don’t mind,” I sigh, as I fall a little deeper for Sebastian. I’m already in-lust with him, but his understanding and willingness to protect me has me feeling more on the in-love side. I can feel the hooks sinking their way into me, linking me to him more than before. I was already crazy about him; now, we’re having a baby together, and he covets even more of me. It requires one heck of a man to be that decent and strong. He’ll take on all my weight and not even blink over it. “Please, don’t ever stop.” I breathe the plea. He probably thinks I’m talking about him licking me so thoroughly, but I’m not.

  “Not planning on it. If you can talk this much, then I’m not doing a proper enough job,” he growls around my center, sending pleasurable tremors through me to the point my toes curl.

  I release a throaty laugh, knowing how completely wrong he is. I can barely think, let alone expect him to do better. I gasp as he flattens his tongue against my clit and moves it in circles. Anyone can do that with their fingers, but with a tongue? Holy wow. “Seb,” I cry as my pussy pulses, attempting to grip anything close enough to my opening. “I want you!”

  “You got me, baby,” he rasps, repeating his earlier sentiment and ravaging me until I’m a whimpering mess. I come fast, because, let’s be real, there was no way for me to fight off that type of assault.

  He crawls up my frame like some sort of panther man, and it’s beyond sexy. How he effortlessly has this much swagger has me thrown for a loop. Maybe some people really are born with it while others, like me, struggle with being sexy. He pushes my shirt up, cupping my breasts through my bra. He rasps, “You warm enough for me to take this off?”

  My heart squeezes at his thoughtfulness. I’d mentioned it randomly one day that the cold hurts my nipples and he must’ve paid attention to my complaining. “Mm, I’m burning up. You have me on fire,” I smile cheesily, and he chuckles. That deep timbre has my pussy clenching. “Fuck me, Sebastian. Stop making me wait to feel you inside.”

  “With pleasure,” he murmurs as his lips come to graze mine. He reaches down to tug his zipper and button open on his jeans, then he’s jerking his dick out. In the next breath, he’s rubbing the head of his cock up and down through my wet slit. I’m soaked, to the point it’d be embarrassing if I didn’t know how much he enjoys it. “Let’s see how much of my cock this hot, wet cunt can take today.”

  “All of it. Give it all to me.”

  “You asked for it, and I’m a man who pleases.” He slams home, jarring me up on the massive bed. With his long body, we needed the added space, and it has its perks during sex as well.

  “Harder,” I demand, and he thrusts quick and deep. “Yes!”

  His hips gyrate, causing little spasms to shoot through me everywhere. Sweat peppers his brow, his gaze remaining locked on mine. His irises have darkened immensely, going from their playful sparkle to resembling the dark depths of the ocean. Gone is his easygoing nature, and in its place, is a man on a mission.

  “Feels so fuckin’ good,” he grunts, and I hum in agreement.

  He’s everything to me—warmth…comfort…home. I tuck my face into his throat, sucking and licking a trail to his lobe. I nibble and groan in his ear; it always drives him wild with lust. He responds with quick jolts from his hips. His hand s
lides down the back of my thigh, hiking it up higher against his side. The new position gives him enough room to tilt my hips wider and slide in deeper and rougher. His length strums my pussy, back and forth, rubbing against my G-spot.

  My eyes roll back, and a long, loud moan leaves me breathlessly. “I’m close.”

  “Me too…not coming until you do.”

  His hand leaves my thigh, sliding under to squeeze my ass cheek. It has my groin tilting up to meet each thrust from him. He continues his exploration, his fingers dipping between my cheeks until he finds my secret hole, puckered and waiting. His fingers gather some wetness running below my pussy, then he’s thrusting them into my ass. Pleasure explodes through me, and I scream, my orgasm hitting me full force. I pretty much black out as I wail and thrust my hips at him to fuck me as hard as he possibly can while I ride out my tidal wave of bliss. Pregnancy hormones are no joke because I feel the rush tenfold.

  “Angel, Jesus, you feel so perfect,” he groans as he floods my core with splatters of warm cum. I never would’ve imagined the sensation of him filling me up like that would feel so flippin’ good, but it does. His hands come to the sides of my head, tangling in my hair as his mouth seeks mine. Sebastian’s tongue dips inside, solidifying our mating, and it couldn’t be any more perfect. It’s exactly what I needed after having such a serious conversation with him. He makes me feel cherished and protected, and those feelings aren’t easy to come by.

  He gently lifts off me, laying to my side. His cock hangs out, coated in our combined wetness. For some reason, it’s sexy to me. I kind of want to lean down and lick him clean, but I don’t. Not after my stomach was so upset. I’m a little edgy about putting anything else in my mouth at the moment. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asks, pressing several kisses to my temple and hair.

  A giggle bursts free. I can’t help it. I’ve read a few stories about how some men become overly worried and doting when they discover their other half is pregnant. I can already see Sebastian being one of them. It’s ironic how one little stick from a gas station can completely change your life. Murder changed mine in a blink, and now, new life has altered it once again. I’m thankful for this gift, as that’s what this baby is.

  “What’s so funny?” he rasps, wearing a sated grin. He rubs his hand over his head, ruffling up his messy hair. How can men do that, and it only makes them look better?

  “You…worrying if I’m okay after our great sex, and remembering all the acrobats you’ve had me pulling over the past few months.”

  He chuckles, and the sound reverberates deep. I love it. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. “I may have an adventurous appetite. Luckily, you know how to fill it.”

  “That’s putting it lightly. Not to mention you like eating me out in random places. Who knew your Charger’s back seat would have enough room to do the things you’ve done to me in it?”

  “I haven’t heard you complain—quite the opposite actually. And obviously, the car was a good buy, even if it was only for the back seat.”

  I roll my eyes because he’s totally right. “I enjoyed every minute of it. I was just thinking that some men become sorta overprotective and worried when women become pregnant, and you’re already showing signs.” I rub my fingertips over his tattooed biceps. It tickles him, but if I stop, he’ll nudge me to keep going. I love that little detail about him.

  “Fuckin’ right. I’ll protect you with my last breath if needed, and I wanna know what I can do to make things easier on you during this pregnancy. I’m not one of those assholes who’ll turn the other way and not care about you or that kid. We’re a team. I’m responsible just as much as you are for that life. You’re growing our baby in your tummy, so you need to be taken extra care of during that time as well.”

  My eyes grow watery. I can’t help it; he’s seriously the sweetest man I’ve ever met. I think it really drives home with me because it’s not a bunch of pretty words with him. He’s genuine, and that makes all the difference.

  “You keep saying things like that, Sebastian, and my heart won’t have a chance against you.”

  “That’s the plan, Sweet Pea. Never gonna give you up. Now, let’s take a nap, ‘cause I’ve gotta come up with a plan to keep you two safe. Tomorrow, the only thing I want you worrying about is making a list of all the baby stuff we’re gonna need. I’m gonna do this the right way with you, Savannah.”

  I release a sigh, snuggling into his arms. Just being here like this makes me feel safe. I watch his chest rise and fall with each breath, and the movement lulls me into a deep, sated sleep.

  Twelve

  Let it hurt. Let it bleed. Let it heal. And let it go. - Nikita Gill

  “Shit is seriously fucking fucked,” I complain to the table. We’re in church. Chaos called for it once I informed him what was up. I had to confide in him over the confession Savannah shared with me yesterday. It was too big and important to keep it quiet and attempt to handle it alone. Especially with Maliki being involved. That complicates things on a whole other level. “I’m going to kill him,” I vow to the men surrounding me. “Won’t stand for him hurting my woman.”

  “So, you’re finally claiming her?” North asks as he stares me down, not saying anything about the shit I just spilled on all of them about Savannah murdering a billionaire psychopath. That piece isn’t what worries me, nor the others. The key in this situation is that Maliki is seeking retribution, and that could turn up some shit if he knows we’re hiding her.

  Jinx scoffs. The big Samoan casts North a glance and says, “He’s been practically pissing on her leg from the moment she showed up here.”

  Sly snickers, his jade gaze twinkling. “She’d bust his balls if he tried. Wouldn’t want to miss seeing that.”

  Chaos grunts his agreement. My woman has made her stubbornness known to the club. I fucking love that about her. She’s a strong bitch. Although she’d have to be, for me to feel this way about her.

  I shoot a glare around the table. They may be right. Doesn’t mean I’m going to roll over and take the ribbing right now. I’m too worried about how this is all going to play out, to joke with them. After a beat of silence, I sigh, raking my hands through my hair. “Yes, I am claiming her. Savannah’s pregnant.”

  A few mouths drop in surprise. The prez speaks up. “She’s family. Nothing to question. We protect each other, and we protect our women.” We voice our various agreements. “We’ve got to be smart about this, so it doesn’t blow back and hit the club too hard. We’re finally on the right side of building the club back up. We can’t allow this rich fuck to drag us back down to square one.”

  North sits forward, his fists clenched on the table before him. “I can handle it. I’m the enforcer. I should be getting my hands dirty…not our VP.”

  I nod his way, acknowledging his loyalty and being grateful he feels I’ve earned it. “I couldn’t ask you to take care of my personal problem, brother. It’s not right.”

  It’s Sly’s turn to argue. “Doesn’t matter. You’re our VP. We gotta look out for you and the prez…it’s what we do.” He’s the treasurer, but also a trained fighter. Facing things head-on for his brothers is part of his personality. I respect him a hell of a lot for it too.

  Jinx huffs. “We’re a team. We handle this together. Same as we’ve done in the past. It’s how none of us winds up hurt, and shit gets taken care of swiftly and effectively.”

  Prez raps his knuckles on the table. “Agreed. Not letting you go rogue and wind up dead. Also not putting this off on one brother to handle either.”

  I sit back in my chair, knowing I’ve lost. If we vote on it, then my brothers will outvote me. It’s in our nature to want to take up for each other. We’ve been around each other for too long through enough to be any different. “All right, any suggestions on how we go about this? I’m still killing him,” I mutter petulantly.

  Jinx shakes his head, used to me getting pissy and punching fuck sticks until they stop breathing. I warned
Savannah that she didn’t know what demons were. Lord knows I have my fill after becoming tight with Chaos. I wasn’t good by any means before we grew close, but I did my fair share of torture once he told me what his plan was with the club. We worked side by side, doling out consequences, as he was the enforcer back then, and I was a new member. There was no way I was going to do nothing and allow my buddy to possibly end up dead. He tried to keep me out of it at first, but I wouldn’t have it, and eventually, he brought me into the fold with him. He’s my family. Not by blood, but by choice, and family protects each other.

  “We use the weekly drop to our advantage,” Jinx begins. “Maliki only has a few guys with him, so there will be less interference and chance for him to escape.”

  North’s deep voice cuts through my thoughts. “Do we know he’s at the top? We need to cut the head off the snake, or more will follow in his place.”

  I’ve looked into Maliki as much as I could without raising flags. When you’re in the drug business and deal in the amounts of product that I do, you learn who your buyers are. Ignoring who they may be only asks for trouble and complications. I’ve been at this for too long to fuck up and get thrown in jail. I like my freedom and my cash more than being lazy.

  “I have some intel on him, but not much. His brother is dead, obviously, so he’s out of the picture. The mother died when they were young, and as far as I know, his father is old and not in the public much. I only know about his family based on the bio on his site and then a basic search. We may be able to dig deeper, but I don’t think we’ll find much more. Maliki seems to enjoy having full control over his business as well as other people. I don’t see him being the type to have a partner who wasn’t blood-related.”