Page 59 of Filthy Hot

“She needs to sit down,” Ryan murmurs.

She’s heavily pregnant, and gorgeous. In fact, they’re both stunning, and I feel a bit out of place. I’m not as pretty as they are and obviously not as talented either, but they are staring at me as if I’m special.

I don’t get the feeling that they think I’m strange. Rather, they’re enamored by me. Which is the strange part, because I’m just white trash with a whole lot of drama. Shawn takes my hand and guides me over to the dessert table before she sits me down on a chair.

“You need to eat. You look exhausted and hungry. I know it’s a lot of sweets, but we can make something else, too. We’re just so happy to have you back and safe.”

“I’m confused,” I confess.

Shawn laughs softly, but it’s Ryan who pulls a chair up next to me and sinks down with a grunt, then a sigh.

“I’m sure you are,” she says, reaching out and wrapping her fingers around my wrist, flexing gently. “These men only have two speeds,” she begins. “Lightning fast and slow as molasses. Although, I have to admit, I’ve only seen the lightning-fast ones.”

Shawn giggles, then picks up a cupcake and hands it to me. It looks amazing. Reaching for the treat, I bring it to my lips and start to open my mouth when she speaks. “Lightning fast,” she says. “You’re one of us now, Kyle. An old lady.”

Those words cause me to pause.

Old lady.

I understand them, the meaning behind them, more or less, anyway. That makes me his woman, his girlfriend of sorts.

I’m not sure how I should be feeling about that, probably scared or maybe even angry. I haven’t even fully gotten rid of Xavier, and here I am, attaching myself to another man, but I do know how I actually feel.

I can’t claim that it’s love. Yet.

But the lust is there, and it is raging.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-THREE

GNAW

I stepinto the clubhouse bar, not sure what I expect to walk into, what I think I’m going to find, but it isn’t my woman, Shawn, and Ryan huddling together, eating desserts and laughing.

“Fuck,” Atomic mutters. “We’re fucked now. There’s three of them.”

My lips twitch into a smile at the sight of them together. This is what I have wanted since the moment I laid eyes on Kyle at that bar. I knew she was special, and I knew this is where she belonged.

I was right.

“We are,” King chuckles. “But they’re going to keep us on our toes if nothing else.”

He doesn’t stay beside us long enough to hear our response. Instead, he marches straight for his woman. I watch as he extends his index finger and slides it down her throat before moving toward the bassinet that is set up behind the dessert table.

He reaches for baby Brendan and picks him up, cradling him in his arms. He looks so fucking small in King’s arms. For whatever reason, it makes me want one. I’ve never thought about having kids before. But seeing these brand-new families and meeting Kyle, I want it—I want it all.

And I want to start on it immediately.

I want her tethered to me in a way where she will never be able to leave. I want her pregnant and at my side. My woman for fucking life.

Without another word to the men, it’s my turn to make my way toward my woman. She senses me as I approach. Slowly, she turns her head, her gaze finding mine almost instantly. She stops speaking as her lips turn up into a smile.

It’s all I need.

One look into her face, into her eyes, speaks volumes.

She feels the same way I do. Moving around to face her completely, I hold out my hand. She slips her fingers into my waiting palm before she stands to her feet.

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