Page 80 of Heartbeats & Highways

I swallowed. “You are?”

He nodded. “Don’t need it anymore.”

A knot I didn’t know I had loosened inside of me. “You sure?”

Savage leaned closer and kissed my lips. “I’m sure, babe.” His hand settled on my belly. “You’re all I need.”

Chapter 22

Savage slidinto bed beside me sometime in the middle of the night.

“Need you, babe,” he whispered.

And then he slipped into me from behind. Half asleep and dreaming of him already, I was more than ready for him. His hand cradled my breast, and this thumb grazed my nipple.

I moaned and turned my head over my shoulder, searching for his mouth. He met my lips, and our tongues dueled for dominance.

He let go of my breast and grazed his fingers over my belly between my thighs. I wrenched my mouth from his and cried out my release.

Savage thrust deeply, plunging into my wet heat before finally coming with an animalistic growl.

He stayed inside me for a moment, kissing my shoulder before slowly pulling out. His release coated the back of my thighs.

I fell back asleep with him wrapped around me.

The next day, I attempted to button my jeans, only to find that they didn’t want to close. Savage came into the bedroom, bare-chested with a cup of coffee. He watched me struggle until I finally flopped onto my back on the bed, sucked in, and got them closed.

“And so it begins,” I grumbled.

“And so it does,” he said, setting his coffee cup down on the nightstand. He took me into his arms, and I let him. “Guess we need to go shopping, huh?”

“Shopping, gross.”

“Hang tight.” He released me.

“What are you doing?”

“Texting Brooklyn and asking if she has any of her old maternity clothes that you can borrow.”

“That would be amazing,” I said with a wide smile. “Then I wouldn’t have to go shopping! But wait, that means you’re telling her I’m pregnant.”

“Your body is gonna do that in a few weeks anyway, babe. Might as well tell her now.”

“But that means other people will know too.” I nibbled my lip.

“The club you mean.”

I nodded.

He shrugged.

“Don’t you want to be the one to tell your club all this? Not let them find out from Brooklyn?”

“I’m asking Brooklyn to be discreet, okay? She won’t say anything. Well, she’ll probably tell Slash.”

“Slash?”

“Her husband.” He paused. “Yeah, you’re right. There’s a good chance the club is gonna find out.”

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