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More tears filled her eyes. “I can’t let go of my hatred.”

“If you don’t, you hurt Lili.” I squinted against the bright morning sunshine.

Jaymi glanced over at us as she tucked her hair behind her ear. A gentle wind ruffled her flowered skirt. Fuck, but I loved her. I knew she trusted I’d fix this. I had to for us and for our baby. But mostly for Lili.

Because I was going to marry Jaymi and fill that big house up with babies. I wanted to work on that piece of shit truck with her dad and sing in church with her mom.

“I’ve changed.”

“For her,” she said, staring at Jaymi.

I stilled and waited for her to turn to me. “No. For Lili. Because I want the same thing you do. For our little girl to have a dad she can be proud of. To keep her safe. To be there to watch her grow up. To one day walk her down the aisle. To be old and happy and have her babies on my lap.”

“In the MC?”

“Nah.” I was always going to ride, but my life would be with Jaymi. She was so fucking strong, but I’d be gentle with her. The light breeze caught her hair, blowing strands across her lips. She and Jazzy laughed at something Lili said. Dozer leaned in and teasingly punched Romeo in the arm.

Natalie and I had to come to a truce. Someone had to give in first—or someone had to deliver the fatal blow. “I’m done fighting. If you can’t meet me in the middle, then I’m going to take it all.”

Chapter Twenty

Jaymi

Six months later

“Oh god.” I had one hand braced against the bathroom vanity and the other holding my belly. Brett gripped my hips as he slowly pushed his big dick inside me. My soaked pussy tightened around his shaft. I moaned long and low.

“Fuck, baby, look at you.”

I was such a Heller whore. We stared at our reflection in the mirror. He’d tugged the sweetheart neckline of my dress down, spilling my heavy tits over the white lace bra barely holding them.

“You take me so good.” He eased out and slid back in, fucking me slowly and deeply, making my thighs tremble.

The silk and tulle of my wedding dress bunched around my hips, and my panties tangled around my white wedge sandals. I glanced down but couldn’t see around my protruding belly.

“Eyes up here, wife.”

I lifted my gaze and smiled. I curled my hand into a fist, feeling the bite of my ring and catching the light on the sparkling solitaire.

“Take my dick like a good girl, Mrs. Steele.” He feathered soft kisses along my neck. “So fucking beautiful. So fucking soft.” He sucked harder and then laved the bruise I knew he left with his tongue. “So fucking mine.”

I arched, grinding back against him. “You said we’d be so fucking fast. People will wonder where we went.”

“We just got married.”

I tipped my head, and he banded his arm across my collarbone.

“It’s expected,” he said with a growl and surged into me again and again.

This was the third time we’d slipped away from our own backyard reception. “Fuck me, Brett.” I clutched his forearm, my nails digging half-moons into his skin.

My tummy took a little tumble when he smiled, and his dimple creased his cheek. He was so freaking hot. Three times might not be enough. I still couldn’t stop from behaving like a feral cat. I’d become obsessed with sex and with the naughty way he spoke to me as he made me his.

The wet sound of our bodies coming together echoed in the bathroom off our bedroom. I gasped as my abdomen tightened, the baby kicked, and pleasure erupted inside me. Rhythmic contractions rippled through me, fluids gushed from my core, and my mind dizzied in a kaleidoscope of colors. This was more than an orgasm. My entire body hummed with pleasure.

Because I was in love, married, and deliriously happy.

“Fuck.” He cursed as our gazes connected in the mirror. His hips bucked, driving his cock in and out of me. “Going to spend my life inside you, baby. I still can’t believe you said yes. Can’t believe you’re mine.”