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King

“Gabby!” I yell as soon as I open the door.

I got on my bike and drove straight here.

I’m still fucking mad, I’m hungry, and all around in a bad mood.

I’d like to spend the rest of the week beating the shit out of Dominic West. I thought about it, but doing so would hurt Nicole—a woman I’ve come to care for.

I’m also pretty sure Dragon wouldn’t let me beat his son to a fucking pulp—which is what I would do.

T would probably get pissy about it, too.

I’m not sure where T’s head is, but I got the sense his head wasn’t as far up his ass as Dom.

So, I could deal with him eventually, but that little fucker Dom, I don’t care if I ever see him again.

“You’re back early,” Gabby calls out from another room.

I’ve barely made it a few steps into the room when she enters.

She’s got her curly, thick blonde hair pulled up on top of her head.

Her yellow tee has a V-neck, and it’s curved tight over her fuller breasts and maybe even tighter against her belly that shows she’s going to be a mom any day now.

Her shorts are stretchy and baggy, but short, barely covering her ass.

There’s not a stitch of makeup on her face and it’s clear she didn’t give a fuck about her appearance today.

Still, looking at her, my dick goes hard.

My gaze rakes over her and my temper begins to calm.

I keep watching her and when she looks up at me, I notice there is some paint on her hand and just a small drop of yellow on her cheek.

That’s when everything in me settles as I realize I’ve never— not ever —seen a more beautiful woman in my life.

“Are you okay?”

“We’re moving to Denver,” I deadpan and breath free for the first time since leaving Dragon’s backyard.

“It didn’t go well,” she murmurs, her lips pursed.

“It went fine with Dragon, Nicole, Kayden, and her old man,” I give her.

“Right,” she sighs.

“T and Lyla are working through it. I sense it will be fine,” I add, hoping to get her past the pain I see in her eyes.

“I warned you,” she whispers.

I walk to her, pulling her in my arms and cupping the side of her neck. I stretch my thumb out to rub against the yellow dot marring her cheek. “You painting, Sunshine?”

“I wanted to go a shade brighter in our bedroom. It was too dark.”

Our bedroom. Yeah, I am breathing free.

“I’ve been gone all day, Gabby,” I murmur, my face close to hers, telling her something that she already knows.

“Yeah,” she breathes.

“See I need to educate my biker babe,” I say with a sigh, trying to hide my grin.

“You do?” she questions, her forehead crinkling adorably.

“If I’ve been gone an hour, four hours, or days, when I get back, my biker babe gives me her mouth.”

“Is that in the official rulebook?”

“No. The official rule is even if I step out to take a piss off the porch, when I get back you give me your mouth.”

“Do you take a piss off the porch often?” she asks.

“Only when the mood hits me,” I semi-lie.

“Make sure our next rental together is in an unpopulated area so other women can’t see what my man’s packing just got written on my future to-do list,” she mutters.

“Not sure Denver has a lot of unpopulated areas, sweetheart.”

“We’ll have to find one, because I don’t want any woman but me seeing your junk. You gave it to me and well, it’s mine now,” she rattles, picking imaginary lint off my tee.

“That it is.”

“I mean … What did you say?” she asks, sounding surprised.

“You’re right. Well, not completely, because the truth is all of me belongs to you and you alone. Though, baby, it’s my cock. He’s kind of put out that you called him junk.”

“He communicated that to you?” she asks, trying to suppress her giggle, but not quite pulling it off.

“Yeah. He’s a very talented dick,” I answer, my hands going to her hips, stretching around to squeeze her fucking delectable ass.

“Can’t argue with that,” she sighs.

“Can I point out that you still haven’t kissed me?” I grumble.

“I missed you, King,” she whispers against my lips as she leans up and presses them to me.

She opens for me immediately and I don’t waste a second thrusting my tongue into her sweet depths.

I use my hold on her ass to lift her up and she wraps her long legs around my body, her arms around my neck and holds me tight.

I drink from her mouth until I feel a kick.

I pull away from her just a tad to look down at her stomach.

I immediately walk my girl to the island and deposit her ass on top of the cheap, gray Formica countertop.

“Jellybean, are you pissed cause I’m loving on your maw?

” I purr, going down on my knees. Then I pull Gabby’s shirt up.

She leans back and puts her hands down to brace her body.

I rub my hand over her stomach. She might be heavily pregnant, but it isn’t lost on me that my woman is delicate.

My hand can almost cover her stomach completely.

It hits me that Gabby can be as tough as nails.

Considering what she’s recovered from and the fact she’s going to bring a child into this world when most would not , is not lost on me.

It’s not even that, really. I’d understand completely if she had made a different choice.

I’d probably would’ve even encouraged it, knowing the fear and pain she was struggling with.

Yet the fact she not only wants to bring this child into the world but also plans to give him or her a good home full of love—something my mother never tried to do for me and could have—hits me in the gut every fucking time.

I kiss Gabby’s stomach, letting my fingers stroke along the sides.

“Don’t worry, little one, when you get here, I have plenty of loving for you, too.

I’ll teach you how to be the perfect little biker princess?—”

“Or badass biker,” Gabby inserts. I grin up at her.

“Or badass biker,” I allow.

“Who are you?” she asks, a look on her face I can’t quite decipher.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever met in my life. You’re bossy, hot, and can be a serious pain in the ass.”

“Gee, don’t hold back, Sunshine,” I mutter drolly.

“You’re also sexy, sweet, gentle, loving, protective, and just plain freaking good all the way to the core.”

“Gabby,” I whisper, finding it hard to speak.

“And for some reason, you want me despite the stupid shit I’ve pulled in my past.”

“Gabby—”

“You’re gung-ho to be the man in my child’s life—a child most men wouldn’t want breathing—let alone sign on to help take care of. Who are you, King?”

“Gabby—”

“And how in the hell can you be real?”

I stare at her a moment, shaking my head. “Are you going to let me talk now?”

“Have at it,” she murmurs.

“I’m also the man who loves you. Did you forget that?”

“I’m kind of having a hard time believing that important tidbit,” she whispers.

“What’s a man got to do to prove it to you?” I ask, watching her closely.

“You’re kind of already doing it. It’s just freaking me out,” she admits.

“You should probably brace, Sunshine, because I plan on giving you a lot more.”

“You should probably know you’re making me fall deeply in love with you, and history has shown that’s never been a good thing for the man in question.”

“You weren’t dealing with a man then, Gabby. You are now.”

She nods. “I’m starting to see that.”

“Good. Now, before we have to leave and I have to go tell Diesel and the boys I’m not joining up, I want you to lift up so I can pull those damn shorts from your body and eat your sweet pussy.”

“I … you … you’re going to?—”

“I’m going to eat you out until you come all over my face,” I growl, already eager for the taste of her on my tongue.

“You haven’t done that before,” she points out something we both know.

“I’ve been going slow with you. I think we turned that corner last night. You disagree?”

“No, I think we turned a corner,” she says, licking her lips.

“Good, now lift and give your man a taste of your sweet.”

She blows out a breath and nods. I can see she’s nervous, so I make sure to look directly at her, giving her what reassurance I can. “Keep your eyes on me, Gabby. You feel the fear slithering in and need to call a halt, then you do that. We’ll go at your pace on all things. You get me?”

She smiles a wobbly smile at me. “I get you, King.”

I watch as she lifts, then wink up at her as I slide her panties and shorts down.

“Open for me, baby,” I instruct. She takes a deep breath, then stretches her legs out, making room for me.

My gaze moves to her sweet pussy that’s covered in a smattering of blonde curls that are glistening and wet.

I let my fingers lightly brush against them, thinking there’s something profound and sweet about seeing her like this.

“My Gabriella,” I croon, pulling her lips apart, while my finger rubs against her folds.

“God, I love when you use my name,” she whimpers, trembling with need.

I rake my gaze over her, taking in the way her head is thrown back in need, her eyes hooded and full of desire, and her beautiful stomach, stretched and carrying a life inside, her breasts heavy and full of milk which she will give the child— our child.

I seriously can’t handle the beauty before my eyes, so I turn back to my woman’s pussy and set about devouring her and making sure I bring her so much pleasure she’ll never question the fact that I love her again.

When it’s over, I don’t know if I achieved my goal, but if I didn’t, I know it will be something I won’t mind showing her over and over.

For the rest of my life.