Page 449 of The Tempted

Chapter Thirty-Three

We didn’t stop until the early morning, when both our bodies were spent. Even after all that, I still couldn’t get enough of her or satisfy my need to hold her. She was fast asleep when I pulled her into the crook of my arm, resting her head against my chest. Her stomach wouldn’t allow her to completely rest on me, so she lay on her side—that perfect belly tucked against my side.

I was exhausted but I wouldn’t let myself go to sleep because I didn’t want to miss a thing. I rested my hand against her belly, careful not to disturb her.

“Hey, kid, it’s your dad,” I said, feeling a little like a jackass, wondering if Pea could even hear me. And if he could, he didn’t have any clue who I was—that was just downright wrong.

I felt something push against my palm.

No way.

“Pea is that you?” I asked, glancing back at Lauren, looking for her to confirm I had just felt our kid kick her, but she was out cold. Too much sex. See you next week, Kitten. I chuckled to myself and then I felt it again, stronger this time, I moved my hand to stare at Lauren’s stomach, and sure enough, saw movement.

I quickly put my hand back to where Pea was kicking a field goal.

“Whoa, you’re a strong one aren’t you?” I asked, gently rubbing the area he continued to kick. “Take after your mama, that’s for sure,” I said, smiling as I pressed my lips to her forehead.

I closed my eyes and finally let myself fall asleep with my family in my arms. I don’t know how long we stayed like that before the devil awakened us, and by the devil, I meant the pain in the ass soldier, Jack.

I untangled myself from Kitten and climbed out of bed to search for my pants and grab my phone.

“Hello?”

“Where the fuck are you?” he growled into the phone.

Great, I wasn’t in the mood for some bullshit, not when I had Lauren stirring awake, probably ready to go another round.

“I need all hands on deck, Blackie got into some trouble last night,” he hissed angrily into the phone.

“What kind of trouble?” I asked, running my fingers roughly through my hair.

“The kind that involves a fucking lawyer. Not going to say it again, get your ass to the Dog Pound,” he ordered, disconnecting the call, leaving no room for argument.

I turned around and Kitten was busy covering herself up with the blanket.

“Hey,” I said softly, walking over to her side of the bed. “I’ve got to run to the clubhouse but I want you to stay,” I requested, sitting on the edge of the bed.

She looked at me warily.

“We’ll talk when I get back, figure everything out,” I said reassuringly.

“Okay,” she replied after a moment.

I pressed my lips to hers, letting them linger for a moment before pulling back.

“Go back to bed. I won’t be too long,” I promised, before pulling my clothes on, grabbing my gun and my phone and heading out. The quicker I got my ass to the compound, the quicker I can get back home to Lauren.

I didn’t know what exactly I had intended to tell her when I got back. Could I just forget the reasons we were apart in the first place? The more I thought about it the more I knew I needed to get my hands on Wu, take him out and take back my family.

The MC will get over it.

Or they wouldn’t.

But Kitten and Pea would be safe.

And I’d be the one who made them safe.

The clubhouse was packed when I stepped inside but Jack stood from his chair and stalked over to me immediately.

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