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My stomach makes a noise, and I look down at my belly. It’s even bigger today than it was a couple of days ago. It’s growing every day, and I know that soon I’ll be as big as a house. I can’t handle it. Except when I place my hand on my belly, I smile. I can’t wait to get as big as a house because that means this baby will be growing and growing. It’s all I can think about, holding this sweet baby in my arms.
Until the shower starts in the bathroom.
Slipping into the room, I smile at the sight in front of me. A thick layer of steam fills the room, and there is Lance, looking at me and holding his arm out, his hand palm up. His fingers curl around my hand before he gently tugs me forward.
I follow him into the shower, the warm water washing over me almost immediately. Lifting my hands, I cup his cheeks before I rise to my toes and touch my lips to his. His fingers grip my hips as he breaks the kiss, his lips moving down the side of my throat before he lifts his head.
His eyes find mine, and before he can say a single word, I sink down to my knees. The warm water washes over my entire body as I wrap my fingers around his length and look up at him through my lashes.
“Reese,” Lance grunts.
Without a word, I open my mouth and take him inside. I can’t get enough of this man—not that I ever could.
AGONY
I climb into the driver’s seat of Reese’s car, a sweet older Audi. I don’t know how she got this thing, but it fucking suits her. I start the engine to cool down the car before we leave. Arizona as a state is fucking great, but it’s hot as goddamn balls, even first thing in the morning. Once the car is running and the AC is on full blast, I jog back toward the house.
Hellcat is standing by the front door, and he dips his chin. “You want me to follow you guys?”
Shaking my head, I clear my throat. “You guys get some rest. I’ll text you when we’re back for the night.”
Hellcat jerks his chin, and I watch him walk over to Volt and the others before I slip into the house and call out for Reese. I hear her voice in the bedroom and make my way down the hall.
She’s got her phone to her ear and is talking to someone. Who, I don’t fucking know because, as far as I know, she has some burner phone.
“Thanks for checking up on me, Justin. But really, I’m fine. I’m safe, I promise.”
My spine straightens at the wordJustin. I press my lips together, my vision turning red. I’m angry, livid. Fucking beyond pissed off. So angry, in fact, that I can’t even see straight. She must end the call because she’s standing in front of me, a big smile on her blurry face.
Her face starts to come into sharper vision, and the redness disappears. I clear my throat and stare at her, unsure of how to broach this and trying to keep from strangling her all at the same time.
“Who the fuck is Justin?” I demand.
Her smile dies immediately, her gaze shifts to her feet, then she slowly lifts it to meet mine. “A coworker of mine.”
Shaking my head slowly, I reach out to her, wrapping my fingers around the front of her throat. Her eyes widen, but I don’t do anything except hold her there. The control I have over myself is hanging on by a thread.
“You’re going to need to explain that shit to me right fucking now.”
I don’t even recognize my own voice. I am growling, angry, almost fucking demonic sounding, but I don’t give a fuck. Not a single fuck. I want to know everything about this person and why she’s goddamn calling him.
“I worked with him. At a bar. It’s the only place Icouldwork for cash under the table.”
“The fuck kind of bar is this?”
I’m still growling, still fucking pissed off because I’m sure I shouldn’t be yet. I don’t like the sound of any of this shit. Not a single fucking word of it. I’m jealous as fuck, and honestly, I’ve never had a reason to be when it came to Reese.
Sure, we were never committed, something I’ve actually wanted for a while, but even without noncommitment, we still didn’t fuck anyone else. At least I didn’t fuck anyone else, and I made sure I was fucking Reese enough that she didn’t have time for another dick between her legs.
But after months of her being away, I have no goddamn idea what she’s been doing. I was content in believing she was just on the run, didn’t think about jobs or other men. But now, I need to know exactly what the fuck has been going on.
I will not take her to the salon, show her what I fucking bought her if she’s been fucking someone else while carrying my baby inside of her. God, the entire concept makes me feel completely sick to my stomach.
“A regular bar,” she rasps.
Realizing that while I’ve been thinking about someone being inside of her, I’ve tightened my fingers around her neck, so I force myself to loosen them. What I don’t do is release my grasp on her.
“A biker bar in downtown Phoenix.”
