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Gabe pops my nipple from his mouth and looks up at me. Concern immediately etches across his features when he sees my tears.

"Baby, what's wrong? Did I do something?" He reaches up and wipes my tears away as I shake my head.

There is absolutely nothing wrong. Everything is perfect and that's why I’m crying, but I don't know how to tell him.

"I just love you so much," I whisper.

His lips turn up into that perfect smirk I love before he cups my jaw and slides his thumb over my bottom lip. It’s the exact same thing he did to me the night we first met. I ride him a bit faster as my mouth parts for him and our gazes never break.

My orgasm builds until I can't hold on anymore and then I’m cumming with a force I haven't felt before. My toes curl as my orgasm rocks through me and pulses around his cock. He lets out a groan, and I know he’s cumming with me as well.

Once our orgasms settle, I stay impaled on his cock as I stare down into his eyes. There is nothing that can tear us apart any longer, and I want him to know that. I frame his face with my hands and run my thumb along his bottom lip as he did to me.

“I love you,” I whisper again, needing him to know how true those words are.

He smiles. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved and the only woman I’ll ever love for the rest of my life.”

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After making love for a second time, Gabe and I are lying in the back of the Jeep as the night consumes everything around us and plunges us into darkness. The sounds of crickets and Gabe’s light snores are the only thing I can hear and it’s the most peaceful sound in the world. I could lay here forever and be completely fine with life. As long as Gabe is next to me, I don’t need anything else.

But the longer I lay here, the more my head starts to feel fuzzy and a bout of nausea rips through my stomach. Feeling extremely flushed, I slowly move away from Gabe and slip out the backseat, needing some fresh air. Sweat lines the back of my neck as I try to take a few steadying breaths, but I know there is nothing I can do to stop the inevitable.

I bend over at the hips and let my lunch go. This nauseousness came out of nowhere and sucker punched me right in the gut.I throw up several more times before the feeling of sickness completely leaves me.

When I stand up to gather myself, a realization slaps me in the face and panic consumes me. I spin to find Gabe still fast asleep in the Jeep while I wonder how I’m going to tell him I think I might be pregnant.

Chapter forty-four

Gabe

The sounds of chirping birds and the faint humming of a boat motor puts a smile on my face as I wake up. Bentley shifts next to me as she lets out a small moan, and I can't stop from staring at her. She’s absolutely perfect and it hits me that I get to wake up next to her every morning for the rest of our lives. My smile gets bigger and my heart hammers in my chest. This is exactly what I've wanted all along.

My phone beeps at me, and I know the tone is letting me know it’s about to die. I look outside and see the power pole next to the picnic table and grab my cord. I don't want to wake Bentley, so I move as gently as I can until I’m out, then I shut the door lightly behind me.

Just as I plug in my phone, it rings. Kurt’s name lights up the screen and my heart falls into my gut. I know it’ll be a call about Marcus, and I’m worried the prick somehow got out of this again. I pray it isn't so.

"Hello?" I answer as I take a seat on the picnic table, admiring the morning rays over the lake below.

"Gabe, good morning," Kurt replies in a chipper tone, and I instantly relax.

"I gather you have some good news for me?" I chuckle.

"Oh, yes, you two will like what I have to say. The judge got back to me this morning and has denied Marcus a trial—"

"What?!" I cut him off. "How would we like that?"

Isn't a trial needed to take this bastard down for good? I don't like the sounds of this, and I’m glad Bentley’s still sleeping.

"Hear me out. The judge has denied him a trial so that Marcus can't fight back or accept a plea deal. He wants to charge Marcus with the evidence and statements given without hassle. I know this judge well and he's a no-nonsense kind of guy. He'll make sure Marcus pays for his crimes. I once saw this judge give a strong sentence to a guy for a petty misdemeanor. Marcus has severalfeloniescoming his way."

I blow out a breath, thankful it isn't what I thought. "So what do we need to do?" I ask.

"Since there won't be a trial, I need you all to come make your statements. An officer and the detective on the case will be taking them. Then you're free."

Free. That’s a word Kurt has said to me many times over the last several days, but I know I won't truly feel it until Marcus is behind bars for a very long time. The word free gives me butterflies in my stomach, and one look over my shoulder to the Jeep where Bentley sleeps makes everything worth it. We'll be free together and that's all I've ever wanted.

After I hang up with Kurt, I sit here and play on my phone to let Bentley continue to sleep, but I can't wait for her to get up so I can tell her the good news. We can finally move forward together but I’m afraid. I don't have anything to offer her because I've been in prison for the last seven years. I don't have money, and I don't have a place to stay. She’s used to my father's money and luxury, I have none of that. I know she said she doesn't mind and we’ll get through this, but I can't help but feel like a piece of shit.

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