Page 133 of Defend Me (Free 3)

“You need to eat more.”

“That’s not turning me on.” She yanked on the ends of my hair.

“I want people to see our Gummy.”

“You mean you want to.”

I grinned. “Yeah.” I traced my fingertip around her navel. “I want everyone to see who belongs to me.”

She dug her nails into my neck. “Possessive much?”

I pulled her into me. “Very.”

“I do not belong to anyone,” she said, even as she melted into me.

I drew a circle along her stomach. “This says otherwise.”

She pointed to her mouth. “This says otherwise—” Her phone rang. “It’s Holt.”

She looked at me in awhat do I dopanic.

“Answer it.”

She swiped the screen.

“I’ll be by the garage in a little while,” she said in lieu of a greeting.

I pinched her nipple at the sharp tone of her words. She clenched her teeth and batted my hand away.

“I’m sorry,” she blurted out.

I kissed her fingertips in approval.

“I don’t want to fight anymore. I know I’ll say some other stupid stuff. I can’t just turn it off.”

She bit her lip at whatever Holt said. I lifted her by the hips and peppered soft kisses along her stomach. Her hand wove through my hair.

“Can you tell Baker I didn’t mean to ruin the wedding? And that I’m happy for both you.”

Her fingers kneaded my scalp.

“I mean it.”

I rested my cheek against her stomach.

“Yeah. We’ll come to Dino’s tomorrow.”

Her grip on my hair grew painful.

“I’ve got something to tell you.” She paused, and I wrapped my arms around her back. “I’m pregnant.”

I looked up at her and mouthedwe’re.

“Well, I’m sorry you lost a bet,” she snipped. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Everything good?”

“He said to tell you he’s going to punch you when he sees you.”

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