Page 109 of Nitro

“I can’t be locked up in the house all day. I’ll go nuts.”

“Maybe a couple of days a week then? A few hours?” I hate that I can’t put my foot down about this, but I’m nothing like that prick she left. If she wants to work, she can. I’m not a tyrant.

“We’ll figure it out later.”

“Are you okay?” I ask, resting my palms on her waist.

“I love you so much. I know you just want the best for our baby and me.”

“Of course.”

“I won’t kick you in the nuts for ever suggesting I can’t work.” She gives me a sweet smile designed to mask her devilish smirk.

“Woman!”

“Husband!”

“Oh, I like that,” I growl before nuzzling her neck.

“Let’s go home. We haven’t broken in the kitchen yet.”

“I can’t wait to defile all the countertops.” I grin.

“Thank God the cleaning crew uses industrial-strength bleach.”

“Right?” I waggle my eyebrows.

“Should we say goodbye to everyone first?” she asks.

“Nah, we’ll be back in time for dinner.”

“How about a pussy appetizer first?” Her smile is absolutely evil, and my cock is all about it. I’m so hard I don’t know how the hell I’m going to get from here to the door, let alone all the way to our new house.

“Let’s go, Cookie Monster.” She hooks her finger under my chin and leads me toward the door.

“Whatever you say, kitten.”

Since it’s the dead of winter and we’re moving shit, I climb into the van. Once she’s strapped in, I force myself to stay within the speed limit all the way home. I’ve got to think about more than just my own ass now. With a baby on the way and my future wife by my side, I’ll have to put a few things on hold. But not everything. It may not be BASE jumping or volcano surfing, but falling in love is the craziest ride I’ve ever been on. Having a baby’s going to be like surfing the North Shore in flip-flops. Terrifying, but I can’t fucking wait.

As soon as we get inside our house, I strip my woman down and lift her onto the kitchen island. She laughs and wraps her legs around my neck, showing me exactly where she wants me. I live up to my nickname and use her as my own personal sex buffet until she’s wrung out and begging me to stop. I make her come one more time just to be sure she’s totally satisfied.

“Come make love to me in bed now,” she whispers.

“I thought you’d been good for at least a few hours after all that.” I wipe her juices off my mouth.

“I want you all the time. Day and night. Twice at midnight. Three times at dawn. You know I’m insatiable.” She slides off the counter and sashays toward the bedroom. “Besides, your cock’s so hard I thought you’d break the damn cupboard door with it.”

“You’re not wrong.” I chuckle as I follow her sexy ass down the hall.

We spend the next three hours christening our bed to the point where I’m pretty sure we put a dent in the wall behind it. Oops. Whatever. I’ll fix it later.

Cuddling with my woman is absolute bliss. Back when I was a prisoner, I never imagined I could have this kind of life. I’ve got a woman of my own and a kid on the way. I’ve got my club brothers, Nina, Julia, and Daisy too. We’re all one big, happy family, which is one thing I never thought I’d have. I’m the happiest man alive.

“What are you thinking, babe?” she asks softly.

“I love you so much. I can’t wait to make you my wife.”

“When should we get married?”

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