Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 15704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
“Yeah, Har, it is,” I rasped, my throat thick, making it hard to get my words out.
“Would you like to hear the heartbeat?” the ultrasound technician asked us, a small smile on her lips.
I definitely wanted to, but I looked at Harbor first. It was her body, so her decision. “Yes,” she croaked, her hand tightening around mine.
Tears blurred my vision when the rapid thump of our baby’s heart sounded through the room. I sank into the chair beside the cot Harbor was on, letting those tears slide silently down my cheeks. I wasn’t the least bit embarrassed. This was a monumental, life-changing moment.
I was a goofball about many things. I had to so life wouldn’t get to me. Despite how hard I’d worked to maintain excellent grades in school and stay out of trouble in the hopes that I would one day be adopted once my mom stopped giving a shit about me when I was a toddler, I’d remained a foster kid. The only way to not lose myself in that misery was to not let shit get to me.
But this… I wanted to feel it all. I wanted to feel the all-consuming love I not only had for Harbor but for our baby, too.
It swallowed me whole. Left me reeling. But something shifted in my life.
This baby…this woman…they gave me a purpose.
I rested my forehead on mine and Harbor’s joined hands, my shoulders shaking. She was sobbing in earnest now, her free hand combing through my dark hair.
“Thank you,” I rasped.
“Oh, Elliot,” she cried before her arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly as I finally allowed myself to fall apart.
I might not have gotten adopted as a kid or a teen, but I had found my family within the Storm Hogs MC. And now…I had my own.
And my child would never know the pain of not having their own family.
I’d fucking make sure of it.
9
Harbor
Elliot chuckled and looked up from his phone, his attention moving to me. “Remi just texted me saying Athena and Cecily have cooked a heaping meal and want us to show up. You up for that?”
Honestly, I was always down for food at this point. My appetite seemed endless. I nodded. “Yeah. Just let me change my clothes real quick, and then we can go,” I told him.
He grunted, eyeing my booty shorts and crop top with lustful, hungry eyes. “I think you look fucking perfect, baby.” He leaned forward, setting his phone down. I started walking backward, a smirk tilting my lips. “In fact, they can wait just a little bit longer,” he rumbled as he stood from the couch.
That was another thing. My sex drive? Fucking insatiable.
I snickered. “You’d do that to Athena and Cecily?”
He lunged for me, making me squeal with laughter. With much more ease than I thought a man his size could ever possess, he swept me up into his arms, cradling me to his chest. His lips met mine in a hungry kiss, and I moaned, submitting to him.
I liked to be in charge, and I loved that Elliot was such a natural switch, but I also loved giving over the reins to him, especially when my body was so worn out and sore from all of the hormonal changes happening to me so quickly.
“God, you are beautiful,” he growled, gently laying me on our bed like I was a fragile piece of glass. “It’s no wonder I got you knocked up.” He chuckled. “I can’t fucking get enough of you.”
Laughing softly, I reached for him, drawing him down on top of me. Leaning up on my elbows, I captured his lips with mine again as he settled between my thighs, lightly thrusting against me. I groaned low in my throat. “We can’t take long,” I breathlessly reminded him as he began to trail his lips down my throat. A moan bubbled up my throat. “Our family is waiting.”
“Fuck, I love the sound of that,” he rumbled. He leaned up and pulled my crop top over my head, tossing it to the floor. “Our family.”
I slid my hands over his broad shoulders. His shoulders were smooth, his chest roughened by hair. I couldn’t get enough of his big, muscular form. He wasn’t all toned—his belly was flat but soft. I’d touch him all damn day if I could.
His phone started ringing from the living room, but he ignored it, his hands already tugging at my shorts and thong as I pushed at his sweatpants.
The phone cut off just as he pushed inside of me. I clung to him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and my thighs around his hips, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“I love you,” he groaned, his teeth sliding along my collarbone. I shivered. “I fucking love you so goddamn much, Har.”
“I love you, too,” I rasped right before my walls tightened around him, and I cried out his name, coming all over his cock.