Page 74 of Tex's Angel

When he pulls back, he cups my cheek with his hand. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us living together. I just wanna make sure y’all were serious about that rather than it just being part of some drug-fueled fever dream on your part.”

“I want you and Levi to come and live with me.”

“In the same house you lived with your ex?”

“Yes. No. Maybe,” I tell him feeling all kinds of confused about the question.

“How do y’all feel about selling your house and me kicking in the same amount to buy something larger, something that might accommodate the family we might want one day?”

“Family? Where did that come from?” I ask.

His hand drops away and I see something flash across his face, “Did the doctors come and speak to y’all yet?”

I shake my head worried what he’s going to say, the expression on his face is so serious. Oh God! Did the injury mean I can’t have kids?

“I don’t want y’all to be mad at me or at Rage. But he heard something when the docs were stabilizing you. He thought I should know. He’s got this hang up about secrets given what happened between him and his old lady. Anyway, I want you to know that I’m here for you whatever you decide.”

He pauses for so long I’m worried he’s forgotten what he’s about to say.

“Decide what?” I ask.

“You know that when you’re admitted to the hospital the doctors will order certain tests to make sure you’re prescribed the proper medication and aren’t subjected to tests that could hurt an unborn child, right?”

My hands fist in his shirt and I stare up at him barely daring to hope that what he’s alluding to is true. “Are you saying that I’m pregnant?”

He looks into my eyes. “That’s what Rage said. I don’t know why the docs haven’t spoken to you yet. Maybe it’s early, ormaybe it’s not their priority. This is a Catholic hospital, so they’ll be assuming you’re keeping it.”

I’m lying there speechless, but my hand starts to creep towards my belly.

Tex wraps his arms around me and whispers, “I get it if y’all don’t want to be pregnant right now. It’s been a rough few months. I’ll support y’all whatever you decide.” Despite his words, I do detect the uncertainty in his voice. I freeze in place trying to work out what he’s worried about. He can only be worried about one thing, so I quickly alleviate his fears.

“If I’m pregnant, I’m definitely keeping the baby. I would never even think of getting rid of our child. I’m twenty-eight. Now is the perfect time to have a child and I would be so proud to have your child.”

His relief is palpable. His hug is more like his wrapping his arms around me and resting his hands on the bed rail behind me, so he doesn’t accidentally touch one of my injuries. This is the sweetest man in the world and he’s all mine. Maybe it’s not how I thought our future would go, and maybe being stuck in the hospital recovering from my injuries isn’t how I want us to start our new life together, but what matters is we’re together and that’s the way it’s gonna stay. Me, my big, strong Texan biker, his awesome, too clever for his own good son, and our baby.

I feel like I’ve finally got my happy ever after.

Epilogue

Tex

Four Months Later

Today’s the day. I’m proposing to Clara at our gender reveal party. Neither one of us knows the gender of our babies—yes, babies plural, we’re having twins! I’ve got the envelope in my vest pocket that the sonographer gave me, the ring box in the other, and I’m prepared to spill all my secrets today.

Lately, it seems like every single time we bump into each other she wants to ride my cock. Since I’m a male with a strong libido this pleases me more than I have words to say. And I’ve learned that I have a kink. I can’t tell whether pregnant women turn me on in general or it’s only Clara because I love her so dearly and because she’s carrying my child. Either way, I love it when she seduces me.

This morning, I head upstairs to take Clara her breakfast. My time is my own now I’m in charge of the Savage Legion’s security business full-time. I lost the appeal, which I gotta admit stung for a hot minute, before I realized I wouldn’t want to go back to work somewhere that thinks so little of me. So now I’m my own boss and I’m taking a half day so I can spoil my old lady to my heart’s content. Since Clara’s been pregnant, all she eats in the morning is toast and some fresh fruit, so I oblige her. When I set her tray aside, she rolls over to look at me.

I ask happily, “Y’all want me or your breakfast first?”

She reaches out one hand and tugs me forward. “Come to me, I need you first thing this morning to take the edge off. I swear being pregnant has turned me into a sex-starved nymphomaniac.”

I reach down and tug the blanket slowly down her body, revealing inch after inch of lovely pale skin. I’ve discovered some things about my sweet, Clara. She’s got tiny red freckles scattered all over her body, not a lot but enough for me to enjoy looking at when she’s riding my cock. I used to love her long red curls but after getting her hair cut off by that asshole, she’s opted for a shorter and more asymmetrical cut. And she’s decided she doesn’t want long nails anymore because having them brings back bad memories of her abduction. The thing is, I didn’t think she could possibly be sexier than when we first met. I remember stoking myself off like a madman to those long red curls. Now, I love her and therefore whatever she chooses to do with her body, I’ll automatically love.

The moment the blanket exposes the gentle swell of her baby bump, I begin tearing my clothing off like the sex-crazed biker I am. My Clara is naked and eager.

I lower myself on top of her, careful to keep my weight off her and our child. I always start with kisses because her lips are made of temptation. This morning my old lady is easily aroused. When our tongues tangle, she scratches at me with her new blunted nails. They feel different, and in my opinion better than the ones she wore before. I slide my hand through her hair. The luxurious softness feels like silk against my skin.

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