Page 77 of Savage Little Queen

I may not be one hundred percent on board with him, but she cared about the prick, so I did too.

My mortal enemy in bed with the mother of my child.

I took another shot followed by a drag from the sugar Drake lit and passed around. Bianca sat quietly, watching us all drink and smoke.

“Where are you going?” Fallon asked as she got to her feet.

“I need some air,” she murmured.

Before I could get up, Vincent was at her side, leading her onto the back patio. He wrapped his arm around her waist and held her. She cuddled against him, relaxing me.

“Probably shouldn’t have smoked around her,” Fallon said, wincing.

I nodded. “We’re fuck-ups.”

“It’s all good.” Drake waved our concerns off. “The secondhand from this is so minimal that it won’t affect her or the babies. I’ve shot her with much more potent shit, and she was fine. Ethan knows what he’s doing.”

I believed that. E had his shit together.

“Well, let’s just finish it off and be done with it so she can come back inside,” Levin grunted. “If that’s why she left. I assume it was.”

I nodded. She was being cautious, something I should have done. It made me hate myself a little bit more.

“Dom, you’re good, man,” Levin said, looking over at me while refilling my glass. “Drink, brother. Relax.”

I inhaled and swallowed down two more shots, feeling more than a little tipsy.

By the looks of the way the others were swaying, they were too.

Vin brought Bianca back inside, and she returned to her spot between the two lords. Vin made quick work of catching up to our drink number with a wink at me that made me chuckle.

“So this may be the last time we’re all together,” Vin said, glancing around the room at all of us.

Bianca shifted uncomfortably against Fallon, her bottom lip jutting out.

Drake scrubbed his hand down his face and sighed. “We’re going to be OK.”

“We don’t know that though,” Vin continued. “I say we make tonight count. For baby B.”

She blinked at Vin.

“That means Fallon and Drake should give us a show.” Vin settled back next to me, a drink in his hand.

“You liked the last show I gave you, Valentino?” Drake teased.

“I certainly didn’t hate it. Watching baby B come gets my dick hard, even if it’s a Russian doing it.” Vin grinned at him, making Fallon chuckle and Drake shake his head.

“Of course, it’s only if B wants to play,” Vin continued.

“I do,” she said, getting to her feet.

She unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor before she took off the sweatpants she was wearing. My dick was at attention already, and she wasn’t even completely naked.

In moments, her beautiful body was on full display, her baby bump making me so painfully hard I stroked my cock over my pants, seeking a bit of relief.

Levin sat in the chair, stroking his dick too.

I knew she hadn’t been with Fallon since everything had happened with Tate taking her. Fallon needed this moment with her.

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