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“A little caffeine won’t hurt you. I guess you can ask the doctor today. You okay with all this news? It’s a lot.”

“Yeah, I mean, this isn’t what I had planned, but a baby’s a blessing, right?”

I draw in a long breath. “For sure. It’s also okay if you need to break down.”

“I just want to know how far along I am, then get a plan in place. I think once I have a plan, I’ll feel better.” Her hair falls messily on her shoulder, and I can’t help but wonder what she and Holden have been up to this morning. It’s sick to think about. What they do is their business. I never really had Molly to begin with.

“I’m sorry I shocked you last night. Seems like I ruined a good time.”

She bites back a cheshire grin that she’s desperately trying to hide. “Yeah… what happened? Holden said you went over to scare him?”

“I went to get the money back, and he pulled a rifle on me. I was able to disarm him, and with the help of my forty-five, I made him show me where he kept the money from the pictures. I was content with that until late last night when Rhett told me everything Tyler had done to you. I mean, I knew shit, but I didn’t know it was as bad as it was. If I’d known the first time around, I’d have fucking killed him.”

Her face drops, and she stares at me with a heavy expression. “I’m glad you didn’t. He’s not worth jail time. I need you.” Her index finger slides over the scrapes on my knuckles. I should’ve covered them last night, but the whole fucking thing was a blur. “And for the record, I trusted him too. I believed every emotion, every lie, every story.” She leans in and kissesmy bloodied hand gently. “You’re an honest man who expected honesty. I get it.”

I scrub my hand over my beard and glance at her sweet face. I have no fucking idea how she endured through what she did. Honestly, she deserves three good men after that, though I’m not sure I’d make the cut.

“I’m also sorry about what you walked in on last night. That was… awkward as hell.” Her cheeks pink as she talks.

“I should’ve knocked… hard. Like really,reallyfuckin’ hard.” My chest tightens at the thought of her getting off.

She grins. “Do I sense some jealousy?”

I laugh under my breath before glancing up at her. “I’ve only thought ofyouevery day for what seems like forever. So, yeah, I wish I was there. Hell, I wish I were the one making you make those sounds. You sounded,” I clear my throat, “really good.”

The alarm on my watch goes off.

“Shit. That’s the timer I set for the doctor’s appointment. I need to get you down there, or we’ll be late.”

She pushes back in her chair and her hair spills over her shoulder as a smile attempts an appearance. “Okay, I’ll go get dressed quick.” Her gaze lifts and her eyes are on mine as she says, “But, for the record, I wish you were there too.”

My heart squeezes and my cock thumps against the zipper of my jeans, proving the truth I’ve known all along.

There’s no moving past a girl like Molly, and whether I think a harem is a good idea or not, my body is never going to stop needing her.

Chapter Fourteen

Molly

Maverick holds onto my waist, gripping me tight as the doctor tells me what I’ve been anxious to hear. He didn’t have to come with me or hold my hand while the doctor did his exam. He could’ve waited in the truck, but he didn’t. He’s here, next to me, holding me despite his own pain.

“You’re about five months along, dear, give or take a week. That puts your due date this spring. I’m guessing April 10thbased on these measurements. I should see you once a month from here on out.”

I swallow hard and lean against Maverick as the news permeates my brain, though I’m not sure I’m actually comprehending what’s happening. “Fivemonths? How am I five months along? I’m not showing. I have… I’m still feeling nauseous. Isn’t that a first trimester thing?” I’ve never been close to a pregnant woman, so I don’t have the faintest clue what to expect, but I’m still fairly sure that I’ve heard that nausea stops in the first trimester.

“You have some extra fluff in your mid-section, so you probably won’t classically show for another month or two.”

Awesome.I’m so glad Maverick is here to hear about all my extra fluff… not that I’m hiding it.

The gray-haired doctor continues, “And the nausea could be lingering due to stress. When Rhett called, he was concernedabout your stress level and the health of the baby.” The doctor glances toward Maverick as though he’s confused why Rhett had called him, but another man showed up with his hands all over me.

I’m a little confused too, doc. Trust me.

“I’m going to give you something for the nausea, but I need you to make significant attempts to reduce your stress. What do you like to do for fun?”

Fun?Can I tell him that I love being admired and railed by three big strong men? That I like spending my evening on my knees sucking cocks and covered in come? That the most relaxing thing in the universe for me is feeling needed and used? Maybe the pregnancy is already a sign of that, though the man I made this baby with is not the kind of man I’d be interested in having more babies with.

“I’ll make sure she reduces her stress,” Maverick adds, squeezing my waist tight. “We all will.”

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