Page 104 of City of Wind and Lies

A discontent cry pierces the air, interrupting me as Zaiden's face twists in a pout. Wren reaches out for him, pressing a kiss to his forehead as she soothes him.

"It's getting late for him, we should keep moving," Wren says, gently stroking the dark hair on his head.

"Okay, we'll see you guys later!" Isa calls out, stepping back and closing the door.

Wren pivots on her heels, her red cloak swooshing as she heads toward the elevator. It took every last bit of restraint not to tear that sinfully short costume off her body and fuck her over the arm of the couch. I give my thickening cock a squeeze through the denim and readjust as I follow behind.

My heart swells with happiness as I watch Wren's face light up animatedly as she talks to Zaiden. I thought her being pregnant with my kid was a turn-on, but watching her as a mother makes my beast feral with desire.

The elevator dings, and we step into the hall where some of the guys in my inner circle live. Wren's thigh-high heeled boots click against the tile as she approaches Dallas' door. She barely has a chance to ring the doorbell before Drea flings the door open and starts gushing about Zaiden’s costume.

"Damn, bitch. You look SO good!" Drea praises Wren, twisting around to Dallas. "Doesn't she look great, babe?"

"Don't fucking answer that," I say through gritted teeth.

Dallas raises his hands in surrender. "Wasn't going to touch that one."

"Oh, get over yourself," Drea scoffs, rolling her eyes. "I'm saying that she's hot, especially after giving birth to your giant ass kid."

"Hey!" Wren interjects, "He was healthy, not giant!"

I sling an arm around Wren's shoulders, tucking her into my side and kissing the top of her head. "Exactly, Passerotta. A healthy baby. Couldn't have asked for anything more."

After the hell Wren went through with Allen and Belluci, it was nothing short of a goddamn miracle she didn't have complications during childbirth. I would never give Drea the satisfaction of being right, but the kid was fucking huge. He was just over nine pounds, and with her tiny stature, she was borderline for a c-section.

"You guys are so sappy, it's gross and adorable at the same time," Drea laughs, shaking her head.

The girls talk a little longer, and as much as Drea gets under my skin, I'm glad Wren has someone like her in her corner. And having her downstairs is equal parts convenient and annoying.

"You got a handle on the poker game tonight?" I ask Dallas.

"Yup. Rhodes and I will head over in about an hour and get things set up," he answers, leaning against the door frame.

"Thanks. If you have any problems, call Rocco. I'm going to be offline."

Dallas quirks a brow at me and an impish grin spreads across my face.

Zaiden is staying with my parents tonight. It'll be the first time I've had Wren to myself since he was born, and I can't wait to fuck her senseless. When you go from fucking damn-near every day to being on a six-week hold, it's a cruel form of torture. Sure, we've had sex since she was cleared, but with a baby in the house, we've had to get creative and fast.

Quickies in the car, or in my office over lunch have been the go-to. Anytime we're in the house, the little cockblocker cries just as I'm about to blow. You'd think that'd turn me off on wanting more, but I damn well meant it when I said I wanted to keep her pregnant. It's ironic how quickly I went from not wanting a wife or kids to wanting the whole fucking deluxe package with Wren.

"Ready?" Wren asks, shifting a drowsy Zaiden to her shoulder.

His hazel eyes mirror mine as his face scrunches up and he starts to cry.

"What's wrong, big guy?" I rub gentle circles on his back.

Pushing back, he leans sideways in Wren's hold to get to me. "Oh, you want daddy? Come here then."

I raise him up high, the hood of his wolf onesie flopping over his head as I swoop him down and kiss his cheek. "Let's get you to your grandparents."

He babbles, rolling his head against my shoulder as we take the elevator to the parking garage. Zaiden yawns as I buckle him into the car seat in the Escalade, Wren handing me his diaper bag to put on the floorboard. I hold open the passenger door next, offering Wren my hand. Placing her palm in mine, she shoots me a titillating gaze. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to get some tonight."

"Oh, Passerotta, I'm always trying to get some from you." I swat her ass, earning a yelp.

That sweet blush I love so much spreads across her creamy skin as she takes a seat and I buckle her in. Closing her door, I round the hood, slide into the driver's seat, and throw the SUV in drive. The sooner we get to my parents, the sooner I can have her flushed and shattering beneath me.

The low hum of the tires and vibrations of the car have Zaiden fast asleep before we're even out of downtown. Eager as ever for their first sleepover, my parents are waiting on the front steps when we pull up. I've never seen my Ma's face light up or heard my dad's voice be so soft as when they are in grandparent mode. They spoil the little shit more than we do.

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