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I walk to her, pulling her in my arms and cupping the side of her neck. I stretch my thumb out to rub against the yellow dot marring her cheek. “You painting, Sunshine?”

“I wanted to go a shade brighter in our bedroom. It was too dark.”

Our bedroom.Yeah, I am breathing free.

“I’ve been gone all day, Gabby,” I murmur, my face close to hers, telling her something that she already knows.

“Yeah,” she breathes.

“See I need to educate my biker babe,” I say with a sigh, trying to hide my grin.

“You do?” she questions, her forehead crinkling adorably.

“If I’ve been gone an hour, four hours, or days, when I get back, my biker babe gives me her mouth.”

“Is that in the official rulebook?”

“No. The official rule is even if I step out to take a piss off the porch, when I get back you give me your mouth.”

“Do you take a piss off the porch often?” she asks.

“Only when the mood hits me,” I semi-lie.

“Make sure our next rental together is in an unpopulated area so other women can’t see what my man’s packingjustgot written on my future to-do list,” she mutters.

“Not sure Denver has a lot of unpopulated areas, sweetheart.”

“We’ll have to find one, because I don’t want any woman but me seeing your junk. You gave it to me and well, it’s mine now,” she rattles, picking imaginary lint off my tee.

“That it is.”

“I mean … What did you say?” she asks, sounding surprised.

“You’re right. Well, not completely, because the truth isallof me belongs to you and you alone. Though, baby, it’s my cock. He’s kind of put out that you called him junk.”

“He communicated that to you?” she asks, trying to suppress her giggle, but not quite pulling it off.

“Yeah. He’s a very talented dick,” I answer, my hands going to her hips, stretching around to squeeze her fucking delectable ass.

“Can’t argue with that,” she sighs.

“Can I point out that you still haven’t kissed me?” I grumble.

“I missed you, King,” she whispers against my lips as she leans up and presses them to me.

She opens for me immediately and I don’t waste a second thrusting my tongue into her sweet depths. I use my hold on her ass to lift her up and she wraps her long legs around my body, her arms around my neck and holds me tight. I drink from her mouth until I feel a kick. I pull away from her just a tad to look down at her stomach. I immediately walk my girl to the island and deposit her ass on top of the cheap, gray Formica countertop.

“Jellybean, are you pissed cause I’m loving on your maw?” I purr, going down on my knees. Then I pull Gabby’s shirt up. She leans back and puts her hands down to brace her body. I rub myhand over her stomach. She might be heavily pregnant, but it isn’t lost on me that my woman is delicate. My hand can almost cover her stomach completely. It hits me that Gabby can be as tough as nails. Considering what she’s recovered from and the fact she’s going to bring a child into this world when most wouldnot, is not lost on me. It’s not even that, really. I’d understand completely if she had made a different choice. I’d probably would’ve even encouraged it, knowing the fear and pain she was struggling with. Yet the fact she not only wants to bring this child into the world but also plans to give him or her a good home full of love—something my mother never tried to do for me and could have—hits me in the gut every fucking time. I kiss Gabby’s stomach, letting my fingers stroke along the sides. “Don’t worry, little one, when you get here, I have plenty of loving for you, too. I’ll teach you how to be the perfect little biker princess?—”

“Or badass biker,” Gabby inserts. I grin up at her.

“Or badass biker,” I allow.

“Who are you?” she asks, a look on her face I can’t quite decipher.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever met in my life. You’re bossy, hot, and can be a serious pain in the ass.”

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