Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
She runs the tips of her fingers over it and then across my scar where she shot me. Her eyes meet mine, and I cup her face. Her fingers trail over my Lords crest and then to the opposite pec to the 666 branding.
“When did you get this?” she asks.
“After you left.” It was part of our training. We were branded as we brand our prisoners. My eyes drop to look over her body, and I hate to see the words that Benny wrote on her. I know they’ll fade over time and eventually disappear, but the memories of what happened while he had her won’t.
“Saint?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?” I ask while I run my fingers over her 666 brand.
“Am I pregnant?”
My finger pauses at her question, and I lift my eyes to meet her watery ones. “No,” I say honestly. That was one of the tests that Devin ran after I pulled her out of the car.
“Was Benny telling the truth?” she whispers. “Did you remove my birth control?”
“I did,” I answer honestly. After she was out, Devin removed her IUD. It was another reason as to why I kept her on pain meds for the first few days. If she was numb, she wouldn’t think clearly. The Ashtyn I dragged back here is not the Ashtyn I wanted to love me. I didn’t care if she loved me. Now that’s all I want from this woman.
She licks her lips and sniffs.
“I’m sorry, Ash,” I whisper. “I…I didn’t know.” I thought she left because Laura had gotten to her. I didn’t know she found out what Benny did to her in her kitchen. And I sure as fuck didn’t think that she could have been pregnant from him. The thought never crossed my mind.
She looks up at me through her watery lashes as the water hits us. “So we can have a baby?” She asks softly as if she thought I might have taken that chance away from her.
All I ever wanted with this woman was a family. “Whenever you’re ready…”
She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down to her. My lips meet hers, and she opens up for me. I push my hands into her long dark hair, gently tugging her head back, and she moans into my mouth.
My hands fall to her thighs, and I grab them, lifting her, and she wraps her legs around my hips. She pulls her lips away from mine, and I rest my forehead on hers. “If it gets too much, let me know, okay?” Her body has been through so much the last four days, but I’m not going to turn my wife down. If she needs me, I’m going to be there for her. However I can be. I won’t ever let her think that I can’t be the man she needs.
She nods, licking her wet lips. “Okay.”
Reaching between our bodies, I grab my hard dick and slowly slide into my wife. Her breath catches and eyes grow heavy when I start to move.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” I order. I want her here with me in this moment. Not fading away, falling somewhere else. I grip her hips, pushing her back into the cool marble wall and lower my lips to hers as I remind my wife that she belongs to me, and I to her.
EPILOGUE ONE
SAINT
I’m standing outside of the two operating rooms. Both currently occupied with women. My wife is in one of them. I would offer to help, but I figured between her and Sin, they have it covered.
A shrill baby cry hits my ears, and I smile. One down. One to go.
A few minutes later, the door to my left swings open, and a good friend and fellow Lord exits with a proud smile on his face. “It’s a boy.”
“Congratulations, man.” I pull him in for a hug, slapping his back and then he rushes into the room on the right.
I remain where I’m at until I hear the other baby crying.
My wife exits the room from the right seconds later, and she’s smiling ear to ear. “It’s a girl.” Then she rushes back into the room that Sin had left.
They wanted the babies to have the same birthday. They figured it’d be easier on the kids. They are already going to have a crazy life living under the Lords, why make it harder on them?
I push off the wall and remove my cell from my pocket and dial up a number I’ve got saved but never called.
He picks up on the first ring, not knowing it’s me. “Hello?” He sounds apprehensive answering a number he doesn’t have saved in his phone. I don’t blame him. He keeps his circle very small because, to the world, who he once was no longer exists.
“You know you’re welcome here, right?” I say in greeting.