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Fuck yeah.“I’m with you, baby.” I’d held on for as long as I could. “I’m gonna come.”

I drove into her, hard and deep. Every muscle in my body burned. With a quick jerk, my release came as her body convulsed.

Pulsing and throbbing and shuddering, I spilled into her. My body quaked and quivered in sync with hers. Riding out the wave of bliss, I savored being inside her, feeling her warmth around me, imprinting this moment, this day she’d given me the best news ever into my memory bank.

I withdrew and crawled across the bed to lie beside her.I pulled her into my arms and swept her hair back over her shoulders.

“I needed that.” She nuzzled against my neck and kissed beneath my ear.

“So did I.” Grinning, I cupped her face, lifted her chin, and kissed her. “I love you, Tee. I can’t believe it’s finally happening. We’re gonna have a baby.”

“Nine months will fly by.” She swept my hair back off my forehead. “Are you ready for our life to change?”

“The moment I auditioned for The Flintlocks, and they picked me, my life changed. The moment I met you, my life changed. The moment I kissed you and fell in love with you, my life changed. Now, having a baby with you is a change I can’t wait for. I want to be a dad. I want a family. I want to spend my life with you. That okay?”

“Yeah. I love you.” Tears loomed in her eyes as she smiled. “I can’t wait to get back to LA tomorrow and tell everyone.”

“Me either. They’ll be stoked.” I brushed my thumb across her cheek. Charlotte was going to have a cousin. Our Flintlocks family was growing. And I was a part of it. I’d never felt so loved before. I’d found where I was meant to be. For the first time in my life, I truly felt like I had a home, and it was in LA, with Tia.

There was a loud slap on the side of the trailer. “You guys finished fucking?” Duke’s voice hollered from outside.

“Yeah,” I called back. “Give us five minutes to get dressed.”

Duke laughed. “I’ll give you two.”

Unable to stop smiling, I smoothed my hand over Tia’s hair. “Do you want to stay here at the party or go back to the hotel?” I was down for either option.

“I’m feeling better, so we can stay awhile. Let’s party like rock stars, only with no drugs and booze or groupies.”

I chuckled and kissed her again. “Yeah... like fucking rock stars.”

Chapter 8

AVA

“I didn’t sign up for this shit.” I sat across from Beckett at the café next to my old office in Melrose, having lunch. I’d just spent five minutes laughing, with tears in my eyes, giving him an update on some errands I’d done for the band over the past few days. I’d sourced Haigh’s Chocolates from Australia for Flint’s dad’s birthday present. They were decadent and worth it. I’d called a plumber for Lewis to fix a blocked drain. The foul stench had been rank. I’d made a reservation for Cole at an impossible-to-get-into restaurant...Okay, that was for our date night, and he’d wanted to take me out. I was okay with that. I’d had the guys’ dry-cleaning picked up and returned. Scheduled three photoshoots and fittings with designers. I’d booked flights and hotels, organized cars, drivers, and security for an awards show they’d attend in Las Vegas. The list went on and on.

“Yes, you did.” Chuckling, Beckett stuffed a fry into his mouth and chewed. “You could’ve turned down the job and not worked for the band.”

Faking a grimace, I jerked my chin back. “Yeah, I’m not crazy.” Or maybe I was. Some days, I missed being a bodyguard...others not at all. Taking on the executive personal assistant role for The Flintlocks had its pros and cons. “Thisjob offers better pay. Has more benefits. I have a nanny, and Josh can travel with me. It’s full of interesting tasks...most of the time. There is rarely a dull moment. However...” I sighed, smoothing my napkin across my lap. “It can be stressful. No day is the same. It’s not just the four guys I have to look after—it’s their partners too. That includes me...which is weird.”

But being Cole’s girlfriend had a lot of perks. I tried not to smile as I wriggled in my chair, pressing my thighs together. My pussy still throbbed after he’d fucked me senseless this morning. My legs still struggled to function. I wasn’t complaining about that. Or the job. No, talking about my work kept my mind off Cole...somewhat.

He’d asked me to move in for about the tenth time this morning, after he’d made me come so hard I’d seen stars. But I had a theory. If I kept avoiding the topic, I wouldn’t have to make a decision. I liked the way things were between us. After the hell I’d been through with my ex, Luther, and a bitter divorce and custody battle, I needed to make sure moving in was the right decision for my son and me. I didn’t want my heart, or Josh’s, destroyed again. There was nothing wrong with taking my time. I needed to be more confident and secure in my relationship before I took that next step. Catching up with my best friend was the perfect distraction.

I scanned the busy café again, out of habit. Tables, full of people eating lunch. Waiters, busy taking orders. The coffee machine, brewing. But no one was loitering outside. No paparazzi either. I got the odd glance, no doubt being recognized as Cole’s partner, but nothing that was cause for concern. Once a bodyguard, always a bodyguard.

My cell phone pinged again for the fifth time since Beckett and I had ordered coffees and burgers. I peered at the screen. Another meeting request from Blake, the band’s manager. Just because the guys weren’t working on a new album, life hadn’tslowed down. Cole, Flint, and Lewis had a bunch of events coming up over the summer. The tour documentary was nearing the final cut. April, the band’s publicist and my coworker in crime, was preparing the media kit and promotional campaign for the release on Netflix. The entire Flintlocks team had held several meetings over the past several months to discuss new projects, sponsorship deals, brand ambassador opportunities, and marketing promotions. But Flint had shut down many conversations, refusing to agree to anything without Slip’s involvement.

I hitaccepton the notification, picked up my chicken burger, and took a mouthful. My phone pinged again. This time it was an email from Quill. Yeah, he could wait. Some days, I didn’t have time for lunch, but I hadn’t seen Beckett in two weeks. We needed a good catchup.

“Does that thing ever stop buzzing?” Beckett pointed to my cell phone.

“No.” I covered my mouth with my fingertips and finished chewing. “Not for very long, anyway. I spend half the day on administrative tasks, like paying the guys’ bills, helping April with content for social media, booking travel, and running personal errands. The other half is spent helping with wedding plans. I’m a highly overpaid travel agent and event coordinator.”

Tiny crinkles formed at the edge of Beckett’s eyes, and he bobbed his head. “So not much different from before other than a huge pay rise?”

“Yeah, I guess.” I missed field training, specialized security operations, and going on assignments with my team, but I didn’t miss the long days and being on constant alert. I still got plenty of exercise. Cole was a fitness freak like I was. He tried to outdo me on our morning runs, racing ahead and sprinting home before me. I let him beat me occasionally. I didn’t want to damage his ego too often.

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