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Fox

Will do. Be in my office two hours before you leave to go over last-minute shit.

Me

See you then.

I shut off the screen and tossed the phone on the nightstand, then tucked Lindsay even closer and let sleep take me.

Tomorrow, I’d walk into hell.

Tonight, I had heaven in my arms.

11

LINDSAY

Iwoke up wrapped in heat and muscle, my cheek pressed against Beck’s bare chest. His arm was locked tightly around my waist as though I might vanish if he let go. For a guy who always looked like he was one second away from snarling at the world, he sure clung like a caveman in his sleep.

Not that I was complaining.

I didn’t move right away. Last night had been a lot—chaos, danger, arguments, and multiple rounds of sex that had left me shaky in the best way. Waking up like this felt safe.

I hadn’t known Beck long, but my body had apparently decided he was my personal security blanket. And my heart saw him as my forever. Considering how many times he’d mentioned getting me pregnant, and that we’d never used a condom, I wanted to assume he felt the same way. But I was too scared to ask.

His voice rumbled low and rough beneath my cheek. “You awake?”

“Mmm,” I hummed. “Thinking about going back to sleep. You make a really good pillow.”

He snorted and brushed his lips against the top of my head. “Good thing I haven't gone down for coffee yet. Figured you’d want it fresh.”

My eyes blinked open. “You waited?”

He shrugged as if it was no big deal. “Didn’t want it gettin’ cold if you were too busy hogging my bed to drink it.”

I twisted around to grin up at him. “That’s probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me first thing in the morning.”

His chest shook as he chuckled. “’Cause I’m the only man you’ve woken up next to.”

“Obviously.” I stretched and kissed his jaw before slipping out of bed. “Lead the way, caveman. Now that I’m up, coffee first. Then maybe I’ll forgive you for spanking me last night.”

“You enjoyed every second of it,” he muttered as he threw on a T-shirt and jeans.

Apparently worrying him meant getting spanked. Repeatedly. With zero regrets. On either of our parts.

When we got up to get dressed, I slipped on one of Beck’s T-shirts and tied it at the waist before pulling on a pair of snug jeans. His eyes raked over my outfit with heat and approval, making butterflies dance in my stomach. I was tempted to lure him back into bed, but I was starving, so we headed downstairs together. The clubhouse was already buzzing with quiet morning activity. A couple of men nodded to Beck as we passed, but most of the action was centered in the kitchen.

“There she is!” Dahlia called out, balancing a toddler on one hip while she stirred something on the stove. I met the club president’s wife yesterday and had been amazed by how easily she seemed to handle being the mom of twins. “You hungry? Or just in desperate need of caffeine like the rest of us?”

Her daughter toddled over to us and lifted her arms toward Beck. My heart melted when he bent low to pick up Violet and cradle her against his chest. Again, I was reminded of how he’d taken me without any protection. Every single time we’d had sex. And all the dirty talk about knocking me up.

We hadn’t even put a name to our relationship or shared our feelings with each other yet—at least not in the form of those three little words—but it was easy to picture Beck holding our daughter sometime in the future.

Shaking my head to dispel the image, I beamed a smile at Dahlia. “Both. Definitely both.”

“You’re in luck.” She handed Jett off to Fox after he strode into the kitchen. “Sadie left a few batches of cinnamon rolls in the fridge that I just had to pop in the oven.”

I licked my lips. “Yum.”

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