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“Because you are special, so fucking sexy, and the day I don’t want you will be the day they lay me in the ground.”
Her tongue slides over her lips before biting her bottom lip. “I want to do this the right way. This pregnancy will be different because I have someone who supports me, and no one has ever supported me like you do. You’re my best friend, Kent Conway.”
“Ditto, baby,” he says, cupping her face.
“I’m not scared anymore. I haven’t been scared in a while, but I wasn’t sure if I should say it or not. There’s nothing holding me back anymore.”
His heart races. “Say what?”
“I love you, Kent Conway.”
His lips find hers before she can say another word. He’s felt her love for a while now, but he’s been on pins and needles waiting for her to say it. It took her time because of her past with the asshat who knocked her up first, but he doesn’t know if tonight could get any better.
“Can we make a deal?” Gracie asks, pulling away.
“What kind of deal?” Kent asks, panting.
“Do you remember how you picked up my very pregnant belly the day you brought the crib over to my house?” He nods. “If you promise to do that for me again, because I have a feeling this baby will be even bigger, I’ll do whatever you want. Trade a blowjob for holding my fat, pregnant belly?”
Images of a pregnant Gracie, naked, has him picking her up and setting her on the bed. “We don’t need a deal, baby. I’m going to do whatever you need.”
Kent strips her naked and kisses her belly. She gasps but runs her fingers through his hair. “We’re missing my brother’s wedding reception.”
Sliding up to suck her nipples, he doesn’t care. Her tits have already swelled to fill his palms almost to the point of overflowing. And her moans let him know just how sensitive she is.
“This is going to be fun,” he murmurs against her skin, and he slides his fingers down between her legs. “What do you say, Gracie? Will you move in with me?”
Her mouth drops open as she pants, and he smiles. “Yes.”
“Yes to moving in, or yes because your body’s humming and ready to come?”
“Both,” she pants. “Kent, oh my God.”
For the first time, Kent and Gracie will become one with nothing between them. Literally and figuratively, and he looks forward to the next nine months. And the next sixty years.
He chuckles at her pout when he removes his hand, but they both stare in amazement as he slides into her unsheathed. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”
“Kent…”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Griffin’s Beach
Zane
Leaving Anne and Margaret at the house to finish packing while Zane walks into the clubhouse feels weird. It became apparent he’d never be able to move forward and start fresh in the house he shared with Lane, and they all decided it would be best to move into a new place. The three of them together.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Venom calls.
It feels strange standing in the clubhouse, but it feels even stranger not wearing any leather. Most of life feels strange without his leather.
“Colt said I could stop by,” Zane says and groans inwardly at how lame that sounds.
I called in a favor with the President, who happens to be my brother-in-law, who hates me to lock me in a room with the rest of you who fucking hate me, too. But, hey, Colt said it was okay!
He called Colt two hours ago to ask if he could come to Church some night to apologize to everyone. What he hadn’t expected was to be told to show up tonight to do it. He’d banked on having a few more days, at least, to get his thoughts together.
“This better be quick,” Ky says. “Staring at your face too long is likely to rile up a bunch of us, and you may not be walking out of here.”
