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I throw my head back and laugh before I wind my arms around his neck, loving the way his hands feel on my body even through the thin fabric of my dress.
“So many people, we can’t do that,” I say and lean up to place feather-soft kisses on his lips and cheek.
“The fuck we can’t.” He grinds into me harder, and a low moan falls from my mouth. He kisses me hard, and I feel the passion already starting to ramp up between us. You’d think, after all these years together, we’d be able to control ourselves in public.
Nope.
“No. Absolutely not! You two, stop it!” Shiloh calls out, causing Armor and I to pull away from each other.
“Could you be any more annoying?” I ask her, leaning against my man’s chest.
“Yes, I can. Could you two be any more gag-worthy? You got all week to have all the sex you want. Tonight, we party!” she says and grabs my hand, pulling me away from Armor.
This is the one time she’s let loose since she had Naomi, and I hate to think that I’m going to be a downer at the party simply because I want to feel Armor deep inside of me. She’s right. We’ve got a whole week to lay in bed and do nothing but fuck. Besides, this may be the last time I get to party for a long time.
I turn my head briefly and see Armor walking slowly behind us. His pants were still tented slightly from his erection. I laugh more, and he just shakes his head.
Shiloh is the cock block of the year.
She pulls me into the main ballroom, where all the clubhouse and our family are busy guzzling liquor and dancing. When they see me walk back in, I’m pulled onto the dance floor, and instantly I’m not thinking about anything else but having the time of my life.
Even Breaker comes out a few times to dance with me, which tickles me to no end.
The guys wind up having shit tons to drink, and even before the party is halfway over, I’m starting to worry that half of them may not wake up for the ceremony tomorrow.
Not too worried, though. I know Armor would drag each one of them out of their room if he knew it would make my day better.
With all the activity and being on a tropical island, the heat starts to get to me, and I have to pull my hair up and fan my face. Armor sees me and comes over with a drink in his hand.
“Here, babe, you’re going to get dehydrated. I haven’t seen you drink anything all day.” He pushes the cold cocktail into my hand, and I stare down at it, knowing that this is where the secrets end. How the hell he thinks alcohol is going to hydrate me is laughable.
“No, I’m okay.” I try to give the drink back, and he just shoves it back in my direction.
“You’re hot and sweating. Since when do you not like these?” he asks, squinting his eyes at me.
Once Armor knows something’s wrong, he’s not going to let go.
“I like them. I just . . .” I trail off.
I was going to tell him tomorrow after the wedding, but I guess there’s no time like the present.
“You just what? What’s the matter? I promise I won’t let you get drunk if that’s what you’re worried about,” he says, while he puts my drink down on the table and waits for me to answer him.
“No, I just can’t drink that.” I smile at him, and he shakes his head, still not understanding why.
I lean up, so I can speak directly into his ear. “Doctor’s orders,” I scratch the back of his neck tenderly, “And I’m sure you agree, Daddy.”
He pulls back sharply and looks me in my eyes before his eyes fall to my stomach. It’s still flat, so I know he can’t see anything. I rub in a small circle anyway, just to further drive my point home. His eyes jump back up to mine. He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He licks his lips and starts again.
“You’re pregnant?”
I nod.
“Really? You’re fucking pregnant?” he says louder and turns.
“What! You’re pregnant?” Shiloh squeals loudly, causing everyone to stop what they’re doing and look at me. I nod again.
“I’m pregnant,” I say loud and proud.
Armor’s face lights up, and he nearly tackles me in a hug. Lifting me off the ground while a round of whoops and happy screams erupt around us.
“Oh, Jada, thank you. I love you so fucking much. I’m all yours, for fucking ever,” he says as he puts me down. Smiling and kissing me tenderly.
“And I’m yours, Armor.”
