Page 137 of Savage Reign

I took a deep breath, and when I got used to the feeling of him filling me, I nodded.

He began to move his hips back and forth at a slow, steady pace. His eyes never strayed from my face, as if looking for any signs of distress. I was far from it.

He kept up the pace, his skin flushed as he brought his hand up to play with my clit. It didn’t take me long to fall.

I closed my eyes and let go, my hoarse screams echoing in the small space of his office. Maverick came soon after, his cum spilling inside me, creating such a perfect mess, I could feel pleasure driving up and down my spine.

He pulled out of me once he finished and lifted me up in his arms, walking us to the large couch on one end of his office. He lay down with me on top, his arms banding around me, keeping me steady.

I burrowed into him, inhaling his scent. Another perfect first experience.

29

MILA

I lay in my bed,looking up at the ceiling.

Tonight was the club’s opening, and my closet was filled with clothes I could have worn to the event, but I was putting off picking a dress. I was feeling… unexpectedly nervous.

This opening would have all of their close associates, and I wasn’t sure I was charming enough to be on Silas’ arm, talking to strange men and women I didn’t know.

My hand pressed down on my stomach. “We’ll get through this together,” I said to my baby. It made it easier to feel like I was actually expecting while talking to the baby more.

It also helped that Silas brought me to the doctor’s this morning, and I was able to see my baby on the screen. All of my men had joined me. If the doctor thought it was weird that there were so many people in attendance, she didn’t say anything. She was pretty good at wearing that mask of professionalism.

I still didn’t know how they felt about the baby. They had been pretty silent on the way home, and I was still reeling over the image of a blob that was supposed to be my baby to really notice.

She estimated I was about a month along, which was further than I thought. And in eight months’ time, I would be welcominghome a baby that was half mine and half—well, I wasn’t actually sure which one of the brothers was the father. My guess was Silas, but only because we had slept together first. The brothers had left for the club to make sure things were running smoothly and to take care of any last-minute plans and security, but they would be home to pick me up in four hours.

That wasn’t a lot of time, but I didn’t feel like getting up.

I grabbed my phone. It had long turned dark, but once I woke it up, the screen with a line of numbers stared back at me.

She had the same number for years. The number had been imprinted on my mind, and I wondered if the reason I remembered it was because it was hers. I wanted to show her that everything about her mattered to me, that she mattered to me, and perhaps she might start to feel like I mattered to her as well.

Now I knew how silly that was.

My mom only cared about one person, and that was herself.

So why was I missing her now?

Was it because of the doctor’s visit? Because I was suddenly reminded that I was pregnant and was about to become a mom myself?

But I missed my mom.

I pressed the call button, feeling my heart drop along with the action, but it was too late. I held my breath as I brought the phone up to my ear, listening as it rang… and rang… and rang.

I got her voicemail.

Blood rushed to my ears, and I started talking after the beep before I could think better of it.

“Mom… hey. It’s me… Mila. I, uh, I got a new phone. I just thought I would let you know. Um, this isn’t really something I wished to tell you over voicemail, but, uh, I—I’m back in Chicago. I’m in a relationship. I’m happy. And I hope you’ll understand once I tell you who I’m in the relationship with, butuh, I just thought I would call you to see how you’re doing. I know we didn’t end our last conversation on a good note, but… yeah. Anyway, I have to go, the man I’m with, he’s, uh, in business and is opening a club tonight. I’m going with him. So yeah, just call me?—”

I stopped talking when the voicemail ended, and I quickly hung up, looking up at the ceiling and feeling heat rush to my face and regret settling heavily in my heart. I felt like I might have made a mistake calling her somehow, and I didn’t know why that was. Only that there was that feeling, and I didn’t know how to get rid of it.

I let out a small sigh and sat up on the bed, looking around at my bedroom.

The sun shone brightly through the window, reminding me that I was running out of time.

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