Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
"We'll have to live at the clubhouse for a while," I warn her.
She smiles. "I don't care."
"I'll probably fuck up, but you can't give up on me," I warn her.
She leans toward me and hugs me tightly before pulling back. "If we're going to put it all out there, then I should probably tell you, I hung out all day with Brandy and little DJ today."
I shrug, not understanding what she's saying. "Okay."
She cups my face. "I have baby fever."
I swallow, knowing that I have no qualms about spending the rest of my life with her or having babies with her. Fuck, it’s like a dream come true. She's it for me. I whisper to her, "I should probably tell you then I love you, Allison. I want a life with you. I want to have babies with you."
Before I get it all out, I'm pressing my lips to hers, unable to hold back the kiss any longer. She completes me like no one ever has, and I was stupid to think that I could let her go. When the kiss gets heavy, she pulls back from me. "Let's grab some of my stuff because I'm ready to go home."
I pick her up and spin her around in my arms. "That's good, honey, because I'm ready to take you home."
Epilogue
Kane
Six Months Later
As I pull into the driveway, all I can think is that I’m ready to be home. I just got back into Whiskey Run from a mission that took me out of the country. I even skipped out on the debriefing that Walker usually requires after any mission.
But it’s been two weeks since I’ve seen Allison, and I probably broke every speed limit in order to get here faster. My whole body is tense until I see her standing with her arms wrapped around the column on our porch. All I can think is that I was going to let her go. I had planned to leave her because I thought I wasn’t what she needed or deserved. It would have been the end of me. I would never have survived it. I know that now.
As she stands on the front porch of our recently finished house, I still can’t believe she’s mine. She has one hand in the air, waving at me, and the other is placed against her expanding belly.
She had to go through a lot in the last six months, but she tells me I’m worth it. The newspapers and television had a field day when they found out she was selling the congressman’s home, getting married to the president of some biker club, and moving to a small town. She took all the gossip and rumors with a grain of salt. It seems that when you’re thoroughly loved, there’s not a lot of negativity that can ruin it. And I spend every day showing her exactly how much I love her.
I park my bike under the carport and jog up to the porch. “Miss me?”
She pats her belly softly. “We both did.”
I kiss and hug her before swinging her up into my arms. She laughs as she holds on to me tightly.
I carry her over to the massive porch swing and sit down with her in my lap. She curls up against me, and I look at her. Fuck, I’ll never get tired of looking at her. I never imagined loving anyone as much as I do her.
“It’s been two weeks, Kane.”
I grimace and rub my nose along her neck. “I know exactly how long it’s been. It’s been hell being away from you.”
She rubs her hands along my shoulders and takes in a strangled breath. “I’ve missed you so much. I didn’t realize how much I’d miss you until you were gone. But I’m so glad you’re home and everyone’s okay.”
She knows I can’t tell her everything, but I can at least reassure her. “Yes, the mission was accomplished, and everyone’s safe and home in Whiskey Run. Well, everyone but Gray. He took some time to go see his wife.”
“Wife? I didn’t know he was married. Where’s she been?”
I shrug. “Nobody knows, and he doesn’t share a lot.”
She rolls her eyes. “What is it with men? You all don’t ask the important stuff?”
I gasp and laugh. “I’ll have you know I ask all the important stuff... like where and how do you want me to fuck you tonight?”
Her eyes practically glaze over. My girl is even hornier since she’s become pregnant. “That is a good question, but it’s probably not the most important one... Why don’t you ask me that one first?”
“Hmmmm... more important than where and how you want me to fuck you? I’m not sure what that could be.”
She squirms in my lap, and my cock is hard, pressed against her ass. She presses her hand to her belly. “Like if we are having a boy or a girl? That’s a pretty good question.”