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And now I’m having his baby like an idiot.

CHAPTER 5

Hendrix

TWO MONTHS LATER.

Every fucking night for four months I’ve been dreaming about my princess. She haunts me each time my eyes close, and if I concentrate hard enough, a whiff of her raspberry-peach scent will tickle my nose. The most significant problem is that no matter how hard I stroke my cock, I can never get off. That woman has me in a chokehold, and I’m lost as to how to get a grip.

I’ve tried hooking up with a couple of other women, but nothing has worked. A month ago, I broke down and went back to her condo, only to discover that she’d moved a week prior, and the doorman wouldn’t give me her name, forwarding address, or phone number.

Leaving a note with my contact information didn’t feel right after the way I’d left, and regret starts burning a gastric hole in my gut. When we hooked up, I hadn’t imagined having this kind of need for the woman. For any woman. I’ve always been able to walk away without a problem.

Maybe it’s my own trauma and the solace I found in her body. The nightmares have been less daunting since meeting her. In fact, there’ve been fewer and fewer, which has led to less drinking. No more blackouts and hangovers. I’ve been spending more time with my family, which makes my mother and sister happy as hell.

“You’re tense, son,” Mom says from the seat behind my dad as I drive us into the Deviant Sinners compound. The new property isn’t ready yet, so we’re picking up two young girls after they were rescued by the Sinners from an abusive relative.

“I’m good, Mom, promise.” I offer a half smile and try to relax.

Before we leave here today, I intend to ask Castle who the woman is that lived across the hall from his condo. After waking up in a sweat and unable to find relief, I know now that I can’t go another day without discovering her identity and seeing if she’s feeling even half of what I am.

I put the SUV in park and shut off the engine. My dad glances at me with a questioning glare, only getting out when I give him a nod. They’ve been concerned about me for so long, I don’t think they know any other way to be.

“Hendrix, nice to see you,” Prince greets us before we enter the building. “The girls are a tad nervous about moving, so Castle is sending his sister with you guys. You got room for her?”

“Not a problem,” Mom answers as we enter the building. “We have lots of room in the Tahoe.” The woman’s smile always warms the room and puts people at ease.

“Ladies first.” Prince holds the door open and winks at my dad. Wrong fucking move.

Immediately, Dad has him pinned to the wall with a forearm at his throat and growls in his face, “Watch your fucking tongue, boy.” Many people have tried to flirt with Mom and failedmiserably, quickly learning not to mess with Castiel Adair’s woman.

“No harm, papa bear, no harm.” His hands raise in surrender.

Dad pushes him harder one more time, then releases him, and we enter behind them. Mom is already sitting at the bar next to a dark-haired woman while I get struck by a familiar scent I haven’t been able to shake in months.

Slowly gazing around the room in search of my princess, disappointment overcomes me when I don’t see her. It’s not until I hear a mesmerizing laugh that I zero in on the woman my mother is talking to.

Striding towards them, I lock in as I approach. “Princess,” I growl, leaning into the back of her head and inhaling deeply until her scent infuses my veins like a drug.

“Hendrix!” She gasps and spins around.

My hands were on her hips, so when they glide across a small bump in her belly, my eyes drop, and I don’t know whether to be furious or scream at the injustice of it.

“What is this?” I croak through a constricted throat, my mind spinning out of control.

I feel eyes on me and know they’re Mom’s, but I can’t look elsewhere. Not yet. Not until I’m composed and don’t feel the need to drown my sorrows at the bottom of a bottle.

“I didn’t know how to find you,” she whispers, her eyes wide with her own surprise.

“Find me?” I can’t help repeating the words.

The feel of her soft fingers gripping my hand and placing it over her bump drags me out of my haze as I meet her eyes. “It’s yours, Hendrix.”

Bewildered, I blink slowly, allowing her words to sink in. Without much thought, my lips drop to hers in a fiery kiss, and Idrag her into my arms before she can pull away. My tongue dips into her mouth, taking everything she holds back and more.

When her hands wrap around my neck, I pick her up until her legs cling to my hips and ignore the crowd murmuring behind me as she moans into my mouth.

“What the fuck!” someone bellows, and my girl freezes before pulling away.

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