Page 102 of Midnight Hunt
I slowly stepped out of Griff’s closet, and the panicked look on his face quickly morphed into shock. When I leaned against the doorframe and struck a provocative pose, his jaw slackened and he dropped the paper bag in his hand. It thumped on the floor, drawing my gaze downward.
My mouth immediately began to water, but I forced my eyes back to Griff’s and said, “Sorry it’s not what you envisioned.” I placed my hands on my bare stomach and sensually dragged them up to my breasts. Cupping them through the purple lace material, I added, “At leasttheseare bigger too.”
He gaped at me with an adorably lost expression, watching me fondle myself.
Hiding my smile, I asked, “Did you remember to get three this time?”
He slowly blinked, then made an unintelligible sound.
Realizing his brain had left the building, I dropped my hands with a huff. “Seriously, Griff. If you messed up my order, you can forget this little peep show. We need to leave in a few minutes, and I’m absolutelystarving, so—”
“Your breasts are—” he started, then shook his head and corrected, “Your burgers are all there.”
I beamed at him, rushing forward to give him a chaste kiss on the lips. “Thank you, husband.”
He grunted, still struggling to form syllables after seeing me in my newest lingerie. Modeling for him was our thing now. Every time I did it, his response was the same. He immediately turned into a drooling mess, unable to do anything but stare at me. I loved the attention, but the delectable smells wafting from the paper bag at his feet were currently distracting me.
Bending over, I picked it up and hurried to the bed. Griff continued to watch me, his gaze no doubt glued to my backside covered in nothing but a tiny thong. I quickly robbed him of the view, though, sitting down to dive into the bag. Eagerly unwrapping one of the quarter pounders, I took a monstrous bite. A blob of ketchup plopped onto my bare thigh, but I was too busy chewing and moaning in pleasure to care.
“Being pregnant isexhausting,” I mumbled around my mouthful of juicy beef. “I’m barely three weeks along and can’t stop eating. Did you know I hadthreebreakfasts this morning?” Knowing his brain still needed time to reboot, I went on, “I think I’m showing already. Did you see the bump? Who knew that you’d get me pregnant with the first knot. I mean, I’m not complaining. I love that we’re going to be parents soon. But I would have liked to be a newlywed a little bit longer, you know? Maybe do some traveling first. Griff?”
He blinked again.
“You forgot to ask for napkins.”
He blinked a few more times and finally came out of his coma to say, “You’re definitely bigger.” When I stopped chewing to glare at him, he hastily amended, “Your boobs, I mean. They’re . . . Wow. Can I touch them?”
He stepped toward me, but I immediately put him in his place with a look. “We already talked about this, Griffin. Peep show before we leave, sex when we get back.”
“Ah c’mon, babe. Just a quickie? Two minutes tops, I promise.”
I snorted, but when he came toward me again, I didn’t stop him. “Okay, fine, but I’m going to eat while we do it.”
“I can work with that,” he said and hurriedly unbuttoned his jeans. “Just don’t choke on your burger when I make you come.”
That would be hilarious, Sable mused, and I had to agree. After being kidnapped, I’d expected our lives to return back to normal. But only a week later, I’d discovered that I was pregnant. A week after that, Griff and I got married. We’d held the wedding and reception in the backyard, the exact same place where Kolton and Nora had been married. Only Midnight Pack had attended the ceremony, but Griff had surprised us all by inviting a special guest to the reception.
His brother.
They still had a long road of healing ahead of them, but after Mason had helped rescue me and the other hybrid females, Griff was doing his best to make amends. Mason wasecstaticto be an uncle, and he’d already showered his future niece or nephew with several gifts.
On top of all that, I’d kept in touch with the females who’d been kidnapped, and we’d formed a trauma support group. We’d only met up twice so far, but today would be the third time. I was especially looking forward to this meeting, because I’d been helping Reid plan something special for the occasion all week.
He and Desirae had grown close over the past few weeks, so close that he was already prepared for the next step. Once we all arrived in Boston, I was taking the girls shopping and finding Desirae theperfectoutfit. Next was hair and makeup, then the game. After the Rebels won—and they would—Reid was going to pop the question in front of thewholestadium.
Normally, I’d think three weeks was too soon for a couple to be getting engaged, but they were absolutely smitten with each other. His easygoing nature paired beautifully with her gentleness. They wereperfectfor each other.
Kind of like me and Griff.
Our lives had changed so much this past month, but I’d never been happier. I was fulfilled in every way possible, and I couldn’t stop smiling.
“What?” Griff said, looking down at his erection. “Do you think it’s getting bigger like your boobs? I’ve heard that can happen during pregnancy, kind of like sympathy morning sickness.”
I burst out laughing. “That issonot a thing, Griff. Your dick is the same size it’s always been.”
“Except when it’s knot,” he said with a wink. “Get it?”
I rolled my eyes with a groan. “Wedefinitelydon’t have time for that. I told Desirae we would pick her up in twenty minutes.”
