Page 91 of Filthy Secret

Fuck me.

I cannot breathe. Touching my mouth to hers, I have to shut her ass up, so I kiss her. My tongue slides inside of her, and I make that kiss long, wet, and consuming. And then I fuck her again before we both pass out from exhaustion. I can’t keep going like this. I’m not thirty anymore, but this woman makes me feel like I’m goddamn invincible.

This life of ours is going to make for a wild ride, and I am fucking here for it.

Until the day I die.

EPILOGUE

ATOMIC

ONE MONTH LATER

Wrapping my fingers around Ryan’s wrist, I help her apply pressure, looking up at the camera with a smile as I do. The knife slides through the cake with ease, then I flip the server over and guide the piece out, placing it as neatly as I can on the plate in front of me.

Ryan hands me a fork, I take it, and together, we take out a hunk of cake, holding our forks up before we place them on one another’s lips. Taking a bite, I smile at her, then lean over and touch my lips to hers.

She’s a goddamn vision in white silk. Absolutely fucking perfect in every way. Sliding my tongue over her bottom lip as I break the kiss, I straighten as the photographer’s camera flashes in our direction.

“I love you, Grover,” she exhales beside me, wrapping her arms around my bicep before she leans her temple against my shoulder.

Turning my head, I look down at her. “You good, legs?” I ask, admiring her blonde hair, which has tons of twists and shit holding it up.

She turns her head slightly, her eyes lifting to meet mine. I wrap my fingers around the back of her neck, massaging her gently. Her lips curve up into a small smile.

“I’m just tired.”

“Long day,” I murmur.

“Something like that,” she exhales.

“Ryan?” I ask.

She sinks her teeth into the corner of her bottom lip. “I’m pregnant.”

My fucking heart stops beating inside of my chest at her words, then it grows ten times its size before it explodes with excitement. The moment is sweet, but I’m not one to sit on this for more than a second or two.

“Are you sure?” I ask.

She nods her head, and that’s when I take a step to the side. Her arms fall from mine as I turn and head straight for the emcee’s microphone. I don’t know if she calls out my name or tries to stop me. I don’t give a shit.

Grabbing the microphone from the emcee, I clear my throat and call the room to attention. The noise simmers down, and I feel everyone’s eyes on me. My eyes are only for one person, though. She’s standing a few feet away, her lips parted and her eyes wide as fuck.

“I just need everyone’s attention for a moment,” I call out, but I don’t look anywhere other than in Ryan’s eyes.

“I want to thank everyone for coming out here tonight to celebrate Ryan’s and my marriage. The final piece to becoming the family that we should have always been.”

Applause erupts, and I smile as I wait for it to die down. When it does, I finish my impromptu speech.

“And just like a goddamn puzzle, we’ve found another piece. Ryan is pregnant.”

The room goes fucking wild, and my men rush the stage. King is the first to arrive at my side. Brew, my brother by blood, is the second, and before I realize what’s happening, they pick me up, carrying me from the small stage and straight toward the bar.

My gaze catches Ryan’s. She’s got her fingers pressed to her lips, but they don’t hide her gigantic smile or the tears that are streaming down her cheeks. Then she waves at me as I disappear through the reception before I’m plopped down in front of the bar.

The rest of the night is a complete fucking blur. So many drinks, shots, and joints are passed my way. And I am in full-on party mode because I do not turn down a single one. I probably should, knowing that I have to go to the hotel with Ryan tonight, but I’m celebrating.

A baby.

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