Page 74 of Savage Little Queen

“It didn’t feel good.” Drake laughed. “My cock was bruised for a month. Worth it, though.”

“Yeah? Does it change feeling?” Vincent leaned forward.

Drake shrugged. “For me, it does. It’s more sensitive. Feels incredible, and the chicks love it.”

Dom grunted. “There better only be one chick now, Petrov.”

“Only her,” Drake said solemnly. “She’s it. I promise you all that. I’d die before I betrayed her.”

I smiled at him. I knew Drake well enough to know that when he said something, he meant it. He wasn’t the sort of guy who just ran around loving every woman. In fact, I’d never known him to love another woman before, so this definitely meant something. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that he wasn’t here for the long run.

Vincent started talking again about everything from the babies’ room to the hot tub out back to hating one of the teachers at Bolten. I listened for a long time until the timer on the oven went off, and Dom turned to pull the food out.

“Can someone get Bianca?” he asked, setting the meal on the counter.

I was already five steps ahead of Levin, who rose to his feet, and Drake, who slid off his stool.

“Dick,” Levin muttered as I left the room and darted up to where Bianca was sleeping.

She’d been wide awake with all of us in the room earlier, but when Dom had left to make dinner, she’d fallen asleep almost immediately in Vincent’s arms.

I lay beside her and placed my hand on her baby bump, smiling when a tiny flutter met my palm.

It was crazy to me that I was going to be a father. I felt differently now. All I wanted to do was be the best for Bianca and our baby. Even be the best for the guys because we were family now. It meant a hell of a lot to me. My demons over my actions as of late tormented me, and I hoped the guys and Bianca could see how much I wanted this.

“Princess,” I murmured, brushing my lips along her jaw.

Her lashes fluttered before her eyelids opened and her pretty eyes took me in.

“Fallon?” she asked sleepily.

“Hey, baby. Dom made dinner. Come down and eat.”

My breath caught when she reached out, trailing her hand along my cheek. I closed my eyes, relishing her gentle touch.

“I love you,” she murmured.

I opened my eyes and stared at her, my heart thrumming hard.

“I love you too, Bianca. So damn much.” I leaned in and kissed her gently.

My lips were still busted and sore. She knew that and kissed me back just as sweetly, making me want to say fuck it and bear the pain just to taste her deeper.

She pulled away as I was about to do it and smiled at me.

“You’re hurting.”

“I’m fine,” I said.

She pressed her finger to my lips, silencing me.

“We have our whole lives to kiss. Let’s just let you heal.” She sat up, her hair tumbling around her.

I followed and got to my feet, not bothering to argue with her. I was good with waiting, despite my gnawing desire to kiss her until she shared the same breath as me.

Taking her hand, I led her downstairs, my overprotectiveness of her on the stairs in overdrive.

“You OK?” I asked, holding her hand and guiding her down the steps.

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