Page 86 of Knot My Only Fan

Grace glances behind me. “This is a really bad time.”

“Are you trying to brush me off?” I say, my tone dejected.

She shakes her head. “I need…”

“Time,” I answer. “I can’t give you that.”

“You can’t?“ Her voice hitches.

“No! I want you and I’m not stopping until you’re mine.”

She laughs, thinking I’m joking, I assume. I’m not. “You’re serious?”

“Deadly.”

“Oh.”

“And you’re pregnant and I don’t want you or the baby getting stressed, so we need to talk, and…”

“I need to get back to work,” Grace interrupts. I can see the uncertainty in her eyes, surprised by my declaration.

Without breaking eye contact, I take a step closer to her, closing the distance between us. Her breath hitches, and I can hear the faint thud of her heartbeat growing louder.

I reach out a hand, my fingers grazing her cheek softly as I whisper, “Come to the game tomorrow.”

“What will Lucas think?” she asks. I hate she still worries about his feelings when he broke her heart only yesterday.

“What does it matter?”

“I suppose it doesn’t. Okay.” She nods her head. “I can go with my sister, Harlow. She goes to the home games.”

I smile. “I got you something.”

I reach for the bag I left on the counter and hand it to her. She opens the package and laughs. “Have you ever given one of these to anyone else?”

“Never.”

Our eyes lock. I know she feels me. I know she wants me.

She takes my jersey from the wrapper and holds it in the air as she looks at my name on the back.

“I want everyone to know you’re mine,” I say, noticing the growl in my tone. The alpha I’ve tried to contain, but I doubt I can anymore. “Put it on.”

“Bossy alpha.” She smiles. She’s so fucking gorgeous.

She removes her apron while I hold the bag over my rock hard dick as I take her in.

I’ve held back for her, but as my jersey covers her small but curvy body, I feel fucking feral. I want to do so much for her. To her.

As her hands smooth the material over body, she glances at the bottom of the jersey. Her belly. Where our baby is. Where I also had my name and number placed.

From tomorrow everyone will know Grace is mine and that she’s pregnant with my baby.

She looks stunning as she looks at me with my name on her body.

“Stanton.” There’s joy in her tone as she looks at me with watery eyes.

“You’re mine and the baby is ours.” I take out another package and give it to her. She unwraps a baby sized jersey with tears in her eyes. “He or she has its first jersey.”

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