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My heart melts at his words. I’m the one he wants to spend time with. Me.

I reach across the console and squeeze his thigh. “Thank you.”

He scowls at me. “No need to thank me.” He waggles his eyebrows. “Unless you want to thank me naked.”

There’s the Jett I know and love.

Love? Welp. There’s no more denying it. I love Jett Peterson, drummer for the world famous Cash & the Sinners band. The man who wouldn’t even consider having a girlfriend a few months ago, let alone having a child.

This situation has disaster written all over it. But I’m all in.

Please don’t break my heart, Jett.

Chapter 27

Lucky – how Jett feels

Jett

“I’m sorry.” I apologize as I drive away from the restaurant.

“What are you sorry for?”

“Those fans.”

Aurora snorts. “You’re a rockstar. Female fans throwing themselves at you is hardly a new experience.”

I don’t want anyone throwing herself at me except Aurora. She’s the only one I want.

She pats my thigh. “It’s okay. It’s not my first rodeo with a rock band. I know how things work.”

I scowl. Does she honestly think things haven’t changed? I’m not the man I used to be. I’m not letting women throw themselves at me when I have her.

She’s the only one I want to throw herself at me. The only one I want to see naked. The only one I want in my bed.

My cock perks up at the idea. It remembers how it feels to be buried deep in Aurora. It’s more than ready for a repeat.

“Things have changed,” I growl.

“They have?”

I hate the uncertainty in her voice. I hate how she rubs her hand over her belly where our baby is growing as if to protect her from me. I hate the distance between us.

“I told you I’m all in.”

She stares at me from underneath her lashes. “All in as in ready to have sex with me?”

My hands jerk and the car swerves to the side of the road. My brain manages to come online before we crash into a tree.

“You’re a tease.”

She points at her belly. “Little Bean is proof I’m not a tease. I put out.”

My cock immediately lengthens and hardens at her words. “Do you want me to pull over to the side of the road and have my wicked way with you in the backseat of Fender’s car?”

She bites her bottom lip. “Maybe.”

I tighten my hands on the steering wheel as my blood heats at the idea of stripping Aurora down. Of tasting every inch of her skin. Of touching every curve. Of burying myself deep into her heat. Until I don’t know where I end and where she begins.

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