Page 40 of My Girl to Use

“Come here,” I murmur, taking her hand and leading her toward my trailer, away from the noise, the crowd, everything else.

The door shuts behind us, and the silence is immediate. Just us.

“You were incredible,” she says, stepping closer.

I shake my head slightly, my hand coming up to brush along her cheek. “I was distracted.”

“By what?”

“You.”

Her breath catches slightly, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Good distraction?”

“The best one.”

She laughs softly, but then her expression shifts again, that same something from earlier coming back.

“What is it?” I ask quietly.

She steps closer, her hands sliding up to rest against my chest, her eyes locking onto mine. “I was going to wait…but I can’t.”

My brows pull together slightly. “Wait for what?”

She leans in, her lips brushing my ear, her voice soft, almost a whisper. “I’m pregnant.”

Everything stops. My heart. My thoughts. Time.

“What?” I breathe, pulling back slightly to look at her, searching her face.

She smiles, softer now. “You’re going to be a dad again.”

Something goes through me so hard that I have to put a hand on the wall.

“Zora…” I let out a breath that turns into a laugh, my hands sliding to her waist as I pull her closer. “Are you serious?”

She nods, her eyes shining. “Yeah.”

I don’t even think. I just kiss her. Hard and passionately. Full of everything I can’t put into words.

When I pull back, I’m still smiling like an idiot, my forehead resting against hers. “That’s…that’s incredible.”

“I know,” she whispers.

And just like that, the world around us fades into the background.

“I want you,” I whisper against her lips.

“Okay, Daddy,” she whispers.

The air is charged, and I can feel the heat radiating off her as I pull her close again. “You have no idea how happy you’ve made me.” I grin, brushing my lips against her neck, breathing in her sweet scent.

“Jax,” she whispers, her breath shaky, and it sends a thrill through me.

I capture her lips again, deeper this time, pouring all my emotions into the kiss. My hands find her hips, fingers digging in as I lift her slightly, and she wraps her legs around me. I walk us backward until her back hits the wall, and I push against her, claiming her as mine.

Every kiss ignites a fire inside me, and I’m lost in the taste of her, the way she melts against me.

“We have to be quiet…” she breathes between kisses, but the urgency building within me drowns out the caution.