Page 62 of My Knotty Mountain Men

“Because I want this. I want this so bad. But I’m afraid I’m going to scare you away.”

“You could never,” I insist. “What makes you think that?”

“Being too needy or something. Not being able to give you what you want. What you need. Asking for too much in return.” She shrugs. “This is all new to me. I’ve never been much for dating. It never worked out. After I turned twenty-one and my heat never hit, anytime a pack found out I was different, they dropped me because I couldn’t give them what they wanted in the end.”

“Fuck them,” I growl. “They didn’t deserve you, Violet.” I brush the wet hair out of her face, my heart aching at the tears in her eyes.

“What if that heat was a fluke? What if I don’t have any more after I have the baby? What if this is the only baby I can give you?”

My thumb brushes the tear that rolls down her face. “Shhh,” I soothe, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips. “It doesn’t matter. Whether we have just one, this little sweet miracle, or a whole lot of babies, it doesn’t matter. We would be happy either way. All that matters is we have you. And we have Little Bean.” I smile. “If you want more kids later, we can do what we can to try and make it happen. Heats don’t make a pack, the people in it do. One day at a time, Sweets. That's all we can do. We can't think about everything that could go wrong because it will ruin everything right happening in this moment.”

“You're right.” She sniffs, nodding. “I’m sorry for ruining the moment.”

“You ruined nothing,” I tell her. Growls fill the air, and we both laugh. “Come on. Let’s get cleaned up.” I grin. “For real this time. Then we can get my girls fed.”

“Girls?” she asks with a smile that has my heart racing. “You think the baby is a girl?”

“I have a feeling she might be.” I shrug.

“What if she is a he?”

“I’ll love him just as much,” I promise.

Pulling out, I groan at the sight of my cum spilling from her pink, swollen pussy. “So fucking sexy.”

“Stop it,” she laughs, raising her hands to her face.

“Never.” I laugh, helping her to her feet. Her face is pink and flushed, that freshly fucked look in her eyes. “You're perfect, you know that?” I murmur, my lips hovering over hers.

“So are you,” she whimpers.

Leaning forward, I press my lips to her, groaning as she sighs. “Come on, you little tempting devil,” I scold playfully as I pull back.

“You don’t make it easy, you know,” she huffs, standing back a bit to eye me up. “Do you know how hot you are?”

“Not really. But keep going.” I grin.

She laughs, the sound music to my ears.

We shower, for real, this time.

After we get out, I dry her off, loving the way she closes her eyes while relaxing into me as I towel off her hair.

Having forgotten to bring clothes in with us, I quickly head to my room and grab her a shirt and boxers to wear, needing to see her in my clothes right now.

She just smiles and shakes her head as I help her change.

But the best part was brushing her hair. The way she looked so at peace with her eyes closed, much like when I dried her hair.

I love this. I love taking care of her, of making her feel good in ways that aren’t sexual.

From what I got to know about her, it seems she’s had a hard life since she was eighteen. My parents might not have been perfect, but I still had them. She only had her grandmother, who I found out passed when she went to Calling Wood. After that, she had no one but her friends.

Now, she has us as well. She’s about to have her life change much more than ours, and we plan on making sure she’s able to see her friends as much as she can, keeping them a very active part of her life and the life of our child.

“Oh, that smells good,” Violet groans as the smell of supper fills the air.

“Smells like Aiden’s honey-glazed chicken.” My own stomach rumbles in pleasure.

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