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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

ALINA

Lying in Khai’s arms, feeling his fingers stroke lazy circles over my shoulder after he fucked me in a way I never thought was possible was like bliss. It wasn’t about the positions. It was about how he made me feel. How he managed to bring my body to pleasure like that, to build and build, only then to withdraw. I honestly thought I was going to combust as I took and felt everything he gave me. Then I confessed my own feelings. I felt safe and vulnerable, all at the same time. I hadn’t said a word since I’d bared my feelings, and he hadn’t said anything in response either. My mind was whirling with thoughts. Maybe it was too soon, but we were having a kid together, and I had pre-warned him that he would have the power to hurt me. Plus, it’s not like I declared my love for him. I said I was falling. Meaning I’m not quite there yet.

“You need to keep it down,” he states, his voice rumbling beneath my ear on his chest.

“Huh?” I ask, confused. I tilt my head to look up at him, but he’s smirking as he looks down at me.

“I can hear your fucking mind from here. Stop overthinking shit,” he murmurs, placing a kiss on my temple.

I sigh. “So, when do we need to go back to the safe house?” I ask.

He exhales a long breath. “Soon. I shouldn’t have risked bringing you here. We don’t know who was watching the club. With all of us splitting up and going who the fuck knows where, Eugene could be following any of us.”

“Can I ask you something?” I ask.

“Sure,” he answers casually.

“Why did you decide to tell me your name now? I thought you didn’t want to be known as anything other than Hap?” I ask, changing the subject.

He rolls over me, leaning up on his elbow. “You said you are falling in love with me, right?” he asks. I feel my cheeks heat under his gaze as I nod yes, holding my breath at what he’s about to say. His fingers stroke along my temple, down over my cheek to my jaw. “Well, the only people I love call me by that name,” he confesses.

My breath catches in my throat, causing me to forget how to blink and breathe. Did he just say he loved me?

He smirks at my reaction, placing a gentle kiss on my lips. “Breathe, baby.” I suck in a lungful of air. I’m about to speak, but his cell rings, cutting me off. He rolls away and gets up out of bed, striding across the room butt naked to where he discarded his jeans earlier. He grabs his cell out of the pocket and then turns to face me, a smirk on his face when I eye his dick. “Yo!” he answers. “Yeah, we are heading back in a minute.” He pauses, listening. “Yeah, okay. See you in an hour,” he says before disconnecting.

I sit up, holding the sheet to my chest. “Who was that?” I ask.

“Ghost. He wants us all back at the house,” he states, not elaborating further, and walks into the bathroom, turning on the shower before he walks back into the bedroom. He whips the sheet from me, making me squeal. He smirks and grabs my ankle as he drags me across the bed to him, where he bends down and scoops me up in his arms. “Quit fighting me woman, and let me fuck you in the shower.” He huffs out a laugh.

I quit protesting. “You could have just said. I would have come willingly,” I point out as he places me under the hot spray.

“I know, but it’s more fun this way.” He winks.

The next night, everyone is back at the house, and the mood is happier, to say the least.

“Well, everyone looks thoroughly fucked and satisfied.” Star smirks as she looks around at all of us.

“Shhh,” Rhea hisses, nodding her head in the direction of her Oliver, who is sitting with a headset on, playing his computer game.

“Oh, he can’t hear shit. Oliver, want some money?” Star yells. Oliver doesn’t even flinch. “See?” She shrugs.

“On a scale of one to a hundred, how pissed off was Ghost?” I ask.

Star smirks. “Oh, very.”

“So, I take it they all took us home to fuck then?” Nova asks, looking around at all of us.

“Well, we didn’t make it home.” Star shrugs.

“Okay, apart from those two perverts fucking in the club parking lot,” Nova teases, laughing.

We all nod with smiles on our faces. “Rage didn’t want to remove his penis from me. He said that if we stayed connected, then he could protect me all the time.” Dixie smiles sweetly.

“Aww, that’s kind of cute and a little TMI.” Star laughs.

“Says the woman that fucked her man in front of the entire club,” Maggie scoffs.

“Er, excuse me. At least I wasn’t finger-banged while his mother was walking up the stairs,” Star counters.

“Oh my god, does Queenie know this?” Belle laughs.

“I don’t know, and I would rather not know. Still, you had a game of hungry hangman on Beast’s dining room table,” Maggie points out to Belle.

Belle sighs dreamily. “Yeah, god, that was hot.”

“I don’t think Hawk and I have ever had risky sex or anything unusual.” Josie shrugs.

“Josie, you were hired as his kid’s nanny. That is literally one of the biggest kinks going,” Star points out.

“Is it?” Josie asks innocently. “Oh, well then count me in the filthy bitch category,” she snorts.

“Come on then, as we are all sharing,” Star prompts.

“Spider fucked me on his bike in a thunderstorm,” Nova admits, a smile playing on her lips at the memory.

“When Acid took me for a date, he got me off with his hand in the garden of a bar while there were people all around us,” Rhea states, her cheeks heating a little.

“Scar fucked me against the floor-to-ceiling window at his apartment for all to see,” Elsie adds, tucking her hair nervously behind her ear.

All eyes come to me. “What?” I ask.

“Come on, as we are sharing,” Star pushes.

“Okay, so when I was trying to get the guys out of jail, Hap took me around the back of the building and fucked me with his fingers at the back of the building.” I blush.

“Anyone noticing a pattern here?” Star laughs.

I hear booted feet behind, and as I turn, I see Hap walking towards me. “A word,” he states.

“Ooooh, you’re in trouble!” they all jeer.

Hap takes my hand and leads me down the hall, stopping just out of earshot. “So, when were you going to tell me that you went to visit your ex?” he asks.

“Well…” I pause. “I did try to explain, but you didn’t want to do much talking, and I kind of forgot.” I shrug.

“Why did you need to see him?” he asks firmly.

I frown at him. “I didn’t need to see him. Star and the girls believed they were helping me in getting my own back on him, and it did make me feel better.” I smile.

He tucks my hair behind my ear. “What did they do?” he asks.

I smile. “I can show you.” I pull out my cell and get the video up that Star recorded, loving that it is now viral on the internet. Hap watches, his lips twitching into a smile, but when he catches my sister heavily pregnant, his smile falls and his eyes come to me.

“She’s fucking pregnant,” he snaps.

“Yeah, and it has been for a while,” I point out.

“Fucking should have cut his fucking balls off and made him choke on them,” he spits. “And I’m sorry, but your sister is a cunt,” he seethes.

I cup his jaw. “Look at me,” I say softly. His furious gaze lands on mine. “Right now, I couldn’t give a shit. They deserve each other. Even my mother can fuck off. My dad, on the other hand, I think he will like you.” I smile softly. “This humiliation was just entertainment.” I snort. As I press my lips to his, he growls and pushes me back against the wall, deepening the kiss.

“Ahem! There are children around!” Queenie sings loudly as she passes with a tray of food. I swear all that woman does is cook and look after the babies. I don’t know how she does it all.

Hap breaks the kiss, groaning as he rests his temple on mine.

“I can’t wait until all this shit is done so I can have you in our own fucking home whenever I fucking want,” he huffs.

I laugh. “Well, that won’t happen, because at some point we will have a baby spoiling it for us,” I point out.

“Our son.” His grin deepens.

I nod. “Our son.” I’m still getting used to the fact that we now know what we are having. “When do you think we will be able to go back to your house?” I ask.

“Our house,” he asserts. I roll my eyes, but he holds my jaw firmly, forcing me to look at him. “Do not roll your eyes at me. It’s our house. Ours. Do I need to remind you what you are to me?” he asks, trailing his lips along my neck.

My eyes flutter closed. “I wouldn’t say no,” I whisper.

“Little eyes!” Queenie yells, walking past us again, carrying more food.

My eyes fling open. “Where does she come from?” I ask, laughing.

Hap gives me a swift kiss before he hands me back my phone. He takes my hand in his and leads me back down the hall, where apparently Queenie has cooked up a dinner to feed an army.