Page 61 of Southpaw Slots

“And I love you.” His palm swats the side of my ass, and he grabs a fork of eggs for me and dips the prongs just outside my lips. “Now, open and eat. I gotta feed my baby.”

Despite giggling, I take the bite from him and swallow. “I don’tknowyet.”

“Well, let’s go get some tests. And stop off at the casino on the way to make an appearance.”

The Escalade didn’t make it home and it was already in bad shape. “Are we going on my bike?” I ask.

“No. Fuck. I don’t want you riding if you’re pregnant. Damn. The Escalade got blown up…”

Darting my eyes to Wyatt, he looks down at his plate. “The guys lit it on fire.”

“Iknewit would be trouble.” Rolling my eyes, I shake my head. “Those guys just hate everything that isn’t them.”

Wyatt’s green eyes flash as he raisesthem to my face. His shoulders slump as he sighs. “Yeah, you’re right, I think.”

Asa clears his throat. “So come with us. I’ll call Kline to send us a car.”

“You wantmeat the casino?” Some knowing look passes between the two and a significant pause makes me shift in my husband’s lap.

“Yes. I do. Let’s get dressed.”

In an hour, we’re all loading into the limo, me between the guys. Wyatt insists on being the one to jump out and grab some pregnancy tests for me while Asa and I wait in the comfort of the backseat. He presses his lips to my temple and laces his fingers through mine.

“If it’s not positive, we’ll just try some more.”

Turning to face him, I ask, “I wasn’t worried, are you?”

“No. Not at all. I just didn’t want you to be.” Stroking back some of my hair, he tucks a piece behind my ear. “You’re mine. I gotta take care of you.”

Leaning against his chest, I smile as my heart soars higher than I thought possible. He really does love me.

But a concerning realization hits me.

I don’t feel the same way about Wyatt.

My brow furrows as we watch him pay for the products at the counter and return. I still care about him. I do. He’s changed since we got together, but thingsfeeldifferent. Maybe the dynamics are changing, but things are off. Is it that he andmy husband are growing closer? Is it because I could be pregnant with Asa’s child?

I don’t know what it is, but there’s something making my gut twist with an intuition that I don’t want. A disgusting suspicion that I just want to ignore so things can be happy again. And, if I think about it long enough, maybe this sense has been there for quite some time now. The closer I’ve grown with Ace, I think I’ve distanced myself from Wyatt.

“Hey, vix. Got a bunch just in case we want to give more than one a try,” he says as he slips back inside the limo with us.

We motor toward the casino, and I decide it must just be hormones. Or a bad night’s rest. Or trying to navigate this new threesome we have. Instead of being shared, I’m doing the sharing, too. It’s good Asa seems to not want Wyatt feeling left out. I’ll get used to things, I’m sure of it. It was probably just the shock of seeing them kiss for the first time. Unexpected. That’s it.

As we get out of the vehicle, I thread my arm through Asa’s, and we walk inside as Mr. and Mrs. Donovan. It’s even more beautiful than it was when we had our wedding. And, as if he reads my mind, my king turns to me and asks, “Do you want a do-over wedding?”

My lips part in a warm smile. “Yeah…someday. Maybe at the house, though. Near the pools.” Fluttering my lashes up at his big blue eyes, I add, “With our children around.”

Every step closer to the back of the main hall drags due to the workers stopping to greet Asa. They treat him like a celebrity, but the weirdest part is that I’m recognized now, too. Everyone seems eager to greet me with a, “Hello, Mrs. Donovan.” It feels like the time the popular Alison Rhodes befriended me and we wore matching uniforms in school for a whole week. My status went up until the boy she was interested in texted me.

Still, by the time we reach Kline’s stuffy office, I’m exhausted from smiling and nodding. Some of Asa’s wolf pack lounges around the furniture inside, smoking blunts, while Kline waves his hand in front of his face and coughs dramatically.

“What the fuck?!” the big walrus man says.

Asa ignores the man’s outburst and points to each of them sitting around the room, heads whipping toward us. “Wyatt and Arianna, this is Hoss, Cass, Jinx, and Dave.”

The attractive muscular man with dark skin named Cass stands and sneers at Wyatt. “What ishedoing here, boss?” A flurry of agreements leaves their mouths.

Asa pulls me over to his other arm and his hand finds Wyatt’s, the two looking at where they’re joined. When he lifts his head, his chin comes up with it as he says, “He’s my boyfriend.”

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