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My heart squeezed.

I didn’t know what any of this meant yet. If the way he touched me was just heat or something more. I hoped he was like his club brothers—loving, loyal, and all in with me.

10

HUNTER

Holy fucking shit.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight of Sadie cradling the little baby in her arms.

She was all soft curves and sweet smiles, cooing down at the little boy. My heart squeezed, and my groin tightened. All I could think about was how soon she’d be holding our baby. The one I was going to fuck into her as soon as possible.

She was already living with me, though she hadn’t realized it was permanent yet. Her cut was being made. And I’d ordered the ring last night while she slept. All that was left was to breed her. Tie her to me in every way that mattered—with unbreakable bonds.

Then her stomach growled. Sadie blushed and kept her eyes on the baby. “Um, sorry. We forgot dinner last night. I guess I’m a little hungry.”

That was on me. I should’ve made sure she’d eaten. I wanted to kick my own ass for not seeing to all her needs.

“You need breakfast, sunshine,” I growled.

“It can wait until Ellery is done.”

Whiskey took one look at my face and practically lunged across the room. “Thanks. But you should get some food.” He carefully lifted Porter from her arms, nodding toward the spread at the bar. “You want him back after, you’re more than welcome.”

Sadie lit up, and her voice was pure sunshine. “I’m happy to help with the kids anytime.”

Yeah, well, she was about to have her hands full making her own.

I curled my fingers around hers and led her to the cooking area where a massive spread covered the bar.

“Pancakes?” I asked, already grabbing a plate.

“Sure. Oh—and one of those cinnamon rolls? They look amazing.”

I set one next to her pancakes. “Stone’s old lady, Britta, bakes them. Damn good, but they don’t hold a candle to yours.”

Sadie giggled. “Those are Marcy’s. You’ve never had my cinnamon rolls.”

I leveled her with a look. “You sure about that?” My voice dropped. “Pretty sure I’m addicted to your cinnamon taste, sunshine.”

Her cheeks flushed a deep pink, and she gave me a shy little smile. “I don’t know. Maybe you should try it again. Just to see if your theory is correct.”

My cock throbbed. I was two seconds from forgetting breakfast altogether and bending her over the damn counter. But she needed to eat, and it was my job to make sure she did.

After piling more food on her plate, I walked her to the table and set it down in front of her.

“Eat,” I ordered, my voice low and rough.

She glanced up, and when she caught the heat in my eyes, she blushed all over again. “You’re not hungry?”

I leaned down, brushing my lips against her ear. “Starving, sunshine. But not for food.”

Her breath hitched, and my restraint fought the bands of my control.

The second her plate was clean, I stood, scooped her up, and tossed her over my shoulder. Her surprised squeal made every cell in my body light up.

I didn’t say a damn word on the way back to my room. I was too focused. Too far gone.

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