Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Her release hit hard and fast, her thighs trembling as she moaned my name, her pussy gripping me so tight I nearly lost it.
“That’s it, baby. Milk my cock. Fuck!”
I followed seconds later, burying myself deep and groaning against her throat as I emptied inside her.
Afterward, she sagged against me, boneless and flushed, her breath warm on my neck. I held her there, not ready to let go.
“That's what every fucker out there is fantasizing about when they see you in those fucking jeans.”
She giggled, then whispered, “I guess it's lucky for you that I won't be able to wear outfits like this much longer anyway.”
I pulled back, brows furrowed. “What?”
She gave me a coy smile, brushing a hand over her still-flat belly.
Realization slammed into me.
My grin turned downright smug. “Fuck yes. Everyone will know for sure you’re taken. Round and swollen with my baby.”
Savannah laughed as I set her down and helped her straighten her clothes, before tucking myself back in. “As if the property patch and giant diamond ring weren’t enough?”
I smoothed my hands over her hips, letting my thumbs rest low on her stomach. “Nothing will ever be enough. But you carrying our baby? That’s probably the only thing that will keep me from killing every bastard who looks at you.”
She huffed, rolling her eyes. “I can’t be pregnant all the time.”
I leaned in, voice low and deep. “Wanna bet?”
She flushed, laughing as I took her hand and led her out of the closet. We walked back to the front of the owner’s box, the crowd roaring below us.
The next heat was starting when the noise shifted—shouts, gasps, and then a scream of tires.
My gaze snapped to the track.
A motorcycle had skidded onto the field, crashing across the dirt, a duffel bag flying from the rider’s back.
Axle veered off in his race car, avoiding the wreck by inches. His door flew open, and he bolted out, racing toward the downed rider. From up here, we couldn’t hear what he was saying, but he was clearly yelling, his face a mask of fury.
When he reached the body, it didn't move, and he froze.
Axle scooped the limp rider into his arms, and I realized it was a woman. The second some guy ran over and tried to help, Axle snarled something fierce enough to send him stumbling back.
I snorted.
Savannah turned to me, eyes wide. “What’s so funny?”
I shook my head, chuckling. “Axle just got hit.”
She blinked. “They didn’t crash.”
I turned to her, eyes gleaming. “Not that kind of hit, sugar. A hit to the heart. His fate just crashed into him.”
She stared at me for a second, then grinned slow and bright. “Oh boy.”
I nodded, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her against me as we looked out over the chaos.
“Yeah,” I murmured. “This is gonna be fun.”
EPILOGUE
SAVANNAH
“It really isn’t fair how hot you look holding a newborn,” I murmured, watching Kane cradle our daughter like she was made of glass.
He didn’t glance up—just kept gazing down at Eliana like the world had narrowed to a single perfect point. His thumb brushed across her impossibly tiny knuckles as she yawned and smacked her lips in sleep.
“She’s so damn small,” he muttered, voice rough. “Didn’t think it was possible to love something this much without my chest cracking open.”
“You said that last time,” I teased.
“Still true.” He looked at me, and the molten heat in his eyes had my heart doing cartwheels. “You gave me everything, sugar. A son. A daughter. A life I didn’t think was meant for a man like me.”
“Well,” I drawled with a tired grin, “then maybe you should hand Eliana over to me instead of hogging her.”
He sat on the edge of the bed, one arm still wrapped protectively around our newborn. “You’ll get your turn when she’s hungry. Until then, she’s mine.”
I huffed a laugh. “You’re seriously going to wrestle a hormonal, post-labor woman for baby cuddles?”
“You need your rest.”
I rolled my eyes at his lame excuse but didn’t get the chance to reply because there was a light knock on the door that made me glance up. A nurse entered with a polite smile on her face. “Just here to take the baby to the nursery for a bit so mama can get some rest.”
Kane’s expression iced over. “That won’t be necessary.”
The nurse faltered. “I…I understand you want to hold her, sir, but we typically—”
“I said,” Kane growled, rising to his full intimidating height, “it won’t be necessary. I’ll make sure my wife gets anything she needs. My daughter stays with me.”
The poor woman backed toward the door, flustered. “Of course. If you need anything, ma’am, press the call button.”
“Will do,” I said with a wave, trying not to laugh until the door clicked shut behind her.
Then I lost it.
“You’re a menace,” I giggled.