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“Stop,” Than scolded, although I could hear the amusement in his tone.

“She said it,” Ransom replied, taking a drink of his coffee.

I turned to Than. “What was it that I said?”

He pressed his lips together, clearly trying not to laugh or smile. “It was theto blow offpart.”

I frowned and repeated it in my head, and then my eyes narrowed. He let out a cackle of laughter then, unable to hold it back.

“Seriously?” I asked.

He nodded, then took a bite of his omelet.

“What are y’all, twelve?” I asked.

“Eighty-five percent of the time,” Oz replied, not looking at me as he continued to study his phone screen.

“Yes, Halo. We all blew off steam. Some of us several times and by different mouths,” Ransom drawled.

My face felt warm, and I ducked my head to hide my blush.

Than nudged me with my arm. “He’s teasing.”

“About what part? Because I personally blew down two different throats,” Ransom replied.

I was going to have to live in this house with these men for a while. Getting embarrassed by everything sexual they said was silly. I was pregnant. It wasn’t like I was innocent. I’d also tasted cum last night for the first time.

Lifting my head, I looked directly at Ransom. “Well, I hope you at least said thank you,” I told him, then reached to pick up my smoothie.

The chuckle coming from Oz this time was louder.

Ransom grinned wickedly. “Oh, I did better than that.”

There went my cheeks again. Oh well. It was a work in progress.

Thirty-Six

Than

Fucking Bane.

I climbed the stairs to the third floor as Halo’s cries got louder. This was the second night in a row he’d been gone. I didn’t mind sleeping on the floor, but I didn’t know how to make her stop crying out completely. She’d never really settled last night. I’d stopped her screaming, but the cries and restlessness had continued.

Where the hell he had run off to after refusing to go on the job with us because he couldn’t leave her, I didn’t know. But something was up. He wasn’t answering text or calls, and no one knew where he was. I had a feeling Linc knew, or he’d be more worked up about Bane’s absence.

Opening her door, I stepped inside, then went to quiet her down. Tears wet her cheeks, and she let out another scream while sitting up fisting the covers in her hands.

Dammit! Crosby would have hated this. Seeing her like this.

I sat on the edge of the bed and placed my hands on her shoulders. “Easy,” I said gently. “It’s okay, little momma.”

She trembled, and her bottom lip quivered pitifully.

I ran my hand over her hair. “You’re okay. Everything is fine,” I assured her. “Just lie down.”

Easing her back on the bed, I tried real hard not to look at her tits through that thin, silky thing she was wearing, but it was hard. They were pressing against the fabric, and her nipples were outlined, even in the darkened room. They were the biggest natural tits I’d ever seen. She let out another panicked sound, and I snapped my eyes off her tits to look at her face.

Crosby’s baby momma. She has big tits because she is pregnant with your dead best friend’s kid. Stop being a fucking creep, I scolded myself.

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