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I waited… I didn’t have to wait long when she gasped and then battered me with the four W’s, “What? Where? Why? When?”

“The one you edited about the UFC fighter while you were having your girl day last week,” and this was something the women did.

Once a week, they got together and had a girl’s day.

Last week, they got mani-pedis and had glasses of champagne, while Savannah had a glass of orange juice.

Today, they were at a wine and painting event.

“Alright, gotta get loaded up. Be careful, I’ll have a prospect on you at the house.”

“Okay, Honey. I love you. Please be careful.”

“I love you too, Angel. Keep the doors locked when you get home.”

“I will.”

With that done, I had one of the prospects that followed the girls to the painting event, follow her home, and stay there.

And then while on the road in the van to pick up the Dove with Gage, while Heathen, Savage, and Cam rode their bikes, she sent me another text.

And this one showed the deadbolt was locked.

Grinning, I texted her back.

Me -Good girl.

Thankfully, we didn’t have a hard time getting the Dove out of her old location and relocating her. As soon as I put my kutte on over the non-descript black hoodie, I climbed back in the van and floored it home with the rest of my brothers.

Once I made it home, I proceeded to give her payback. Tenfold.

And once I was done rubbing cream on her ass cheeks and licking my lips at the taste of her that was still on my tongue, she turned her head, looked at me over her shoulder, and winked, “Honey, if this is your idea of payback. Sign me right the fuck up.”

Chapter 16

Savannah

My eyes opened as I blinked at the sunlight that was streaming into the bedroom, and then, almost as if the baby knew his or her momma was wide awake, they proceeded to jump on my bladder.

Groaning, I got out of bed and then realized that the bigger I got, the harder it was going to be to get out of bed.

Side note: make sure Zeke is always home in the mornings to help me out of bed.

And then he or she jumped on my bladder a-freaking-gain.

No, no, we are definitely not going to discuss if the wetness I just felt was pee or not.

Definitely not.

Shuffling to the bathroom, I lowered my pajama shorts, settled on the toilet, and then moaned at the feeling.

Sure, sex is great.

Don’t get me wrong.

But… peeing for the first time in the morning after waking up while pregnant? Hashtag, the best feeling ever.

I knew I was being somewhat loud with my moans at how good it felt to finally be able to pee, but I just couldn’t help myself. And I really got how it all sounded when the bathroom door was shoved open by Zeke, who had a hellish glare on his face.

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