Page 94 of Wild Night

“Posey,” he growls. “We were fucking together the minute you pulled that hot-as-shit red car into the clubhouse lot and then emerged wearing that sexy-as-sin red dress. You’re carrying my baby, and you hold my fucking heart.”

Oh. My. God.

I hold his heart.

Tears fill my eyes. I’ve never cried so much in my whole life. It’s like my body was saving up all my tears for this emotional journey. Blinking back the tears, I try really hard not to let them fall.

Instead, my lips curve up into a small smile, and I rise to my toes, touching my mouth to his, knowing that if I look into his eyes and say this, I’ll end up a blubbering, crying mess, so maybe if I do it this way, I won’t.

“I love you, Justin Whitaker. I can’t wait for our lives together to truly begin.”

Justin’s mouth smiles against mine. “Let’s start right now, princess, with you riding me until we both come.”

My thighs squeeze together at the thought. I’ve been craving him, and now we can finally be together without anything hanging over us. Without any drama, without any danger. Taking a step backward, I strip out of my clothes, help Justin out of his, and do exactly as he’s demanded.

I ride him until we both come… twice.

I’m about to fall asleep beside him when I let out a heavy sigh. This is what I’ve always dreamed life could be. This is what I’ve always wanted. To love and be loved. I don’t know what tomorrow is going to bring, but what I do know is that whatever comes our way, we’ll be standing side by side for it.

Always.

EPILOGUE

IVY

TWO MONTHS LATER

Rolling onto my side, I reach out, but the sheets are cold. I open my eyes and look at the empty bed, then my gaze shifts to the nightstand. His phone is gone. Only the charging pad and a framed picture remain.

The framed picture is one of us from just a few weeks ago. Justin’s hand on my newly rounding belly. We’re standing in front of his bike. He’s leaning against the seat, his arm wrapped around me from behind, his hand on my stomach. His chin is on my shoulder, and he’s smiling.

It’s huge.

The biggest smile I’ve ever seen. He’s wearing his cut, and I’m wearing a dress.

It was a family dinner, good food, music, and laughs. Reaching out, I touch Justin’s face, then roll out of bed. I shuffleto the bathroom to take care of business, then make my way into the living room. I expect to find Justin there, but he’s not.

I’m alone in our home.

It used to be just Justin’s place. A house that he bought to be able to get a good night’s sleep before court, so he could be at the top of his game. It was decorated with all his parents’ things, good quality, but certainly not his style.

Now it’s our home.

I redecorated and used a combination of his parents’ things and new things to create a space of our own. It is definitely ours now. There is no more his and mine. And soon, it will be officially ours, because we’re getting married.

Closing my eyes, I think about our wedding. It’s not going to be anything big or special. We’re going to the clubhouse, and it will be friends and family, only Justin’s family, though, because I don’t have any. Well, except for Dakota, and she’ll be there, standing right beside me.

I’m so lost in thought, my eyes pop open when I hear the front door open. Spinning around, I watch as Justin walks through the door. He’s carrying a bag in one hand and a drink carrier in the other.

“What’s this?” I ask.

“Good morning, princess,” he murmurs.

Shifting my gaze from the things in his hands, my eyes meet his, and I tilt my head to the side. He watches me for a moment, not moving. His lips twitch into a smirk as we watch one another, then, as if his body is pushed slightly, he moves toward me.

The moment he is close to me, I feel his head shift, and then his lips touch my forehead. “I got you some breakfast.”

Pressing my thighs together, I realize instantly that breakfast is the last thing I want right now. I inhale a shaky breath andstart to tell him that when he takes half a step backward so he can look into my eyes easier.

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