This man, this beautiful man, who I love with every cell in my body makes love to me like I’m holy and then destroys me with his filthy words.
I groan, as he slams into me over and over, gripping the arm of the couch over my head, like a lifeline.
“Say it. Say who you belong to, Lexi.”
“You.” I rasp the word. “I belong to you. Always.”
“Damn fuckin’ right you do.”
He slams into me a final time and we both topple over the edge, his seed filling me as if he can put another baby inside me, even though I’m already pregnant.
His eyes crawl to my face, soft beneath the stone before he growls, “Mine.”
TEN
LEXI
I can feelNitro’s eyes on me, but ignore him as I place my straw between my lips and take a sip of my drink. The clubhouse is steadily filling with members, and I’m getting nervous. If Casey doesn’t get here soon, his entire club is going to see me wearing this dress before him.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” Nitro demands, his voice amused but wary.
I slant my gaze toward him. “Having a drink at the bar?” I say the words hesitantly, as if I don’t know exactly what I’m doing.
I don’t.
His brow crawls up his forehead. “Preacher’s gonna lose his shit.”
I glance down at myself, because he’s not wrong.
My dress isn’t sexy or revealing. It’s soft.
The daisies scattered among the white fabric are feminine in a way I rarely am, and it drapes over the curve of my stomach, now big enough that there is no mistaking I’m eighteen weeks pregnant.
Nitro’s right.
Casey’s absolutely going to lose his shit when he sees me, which is why I put it on.
I don’t know what changed in the last week or so, but I cannot get enough of my husband.
Every inch of my body feels like it’s on a razor wire of need. I find myself clenching my thighs together every time he’s in my presence, just to stop from mounting him like a feral dog.
Not that he minds. He’d have me on my back, bent over his desk, on the counter—every place imaginable—all day long if I asked for it.
But seducing my husband makes these little moments between fun. I like seeing that wild look in his eyes when he takes in my changing body.
Aside from the bump, which is getting bigger every day, my hips are fuller, my thighs too.
Don’t even get me started on my boobs. My husband is obsessed with all of it.
“It’s just a dress, Nitro. It’s not like I walked in here in my underwear.”
He shakes his head before he takes a sip of his drink. “You two are gonna be the death of me by the time this baby comes.”
I grin. “I’ll make sure you have a nice funeral.”
He scowls, but I’m no longer paying attention because there is a subtle change in the air, the way it feels before a storm rolls into town. The brothers shift on their feet, restless, ready, as if they are bracing for the fallout.
I don’t have to turn to know what caused the change.
