“You like ridiculous.” He nuzzles my neck. “Admit it.”
“I admit nothing.”
His laugh rumbles through his chest. He stops in the middle of the room and kisses me. Hard, possessive, and completely inappropriate for the audience we have.
When he pulls back, I’m breathless. “What was that for?”
“Do I need a reason to kiss my woman?”
“No, but?—”
“Love you, baby.”
The words are casual. Easy. Like he’s commenting on the weather. But they make my heart skip anyway.
“Love you too,” I whisper.
He grins and resumes walking. “Good. Now let’s go upstairs.”
“Titan, I’m tired?—”
“Too bad. It’s my night and I’m not wasting it.”
He carries me toward the stairs. My stomach flutters.
We’re halfway up when Ash appears at the top of the landing. He’s wearing jeans and a black T-shirt that stretches across his shoulders. His hair is damp like he just got out of the shower.
His eyes drop to me in Titan’s arms, and his mouth quirks. “Where are you two going?”
“Ghost’s room,” Titan calls up. “You coming?”
Ash’s eyebrow rises. “Is that an invitation?”
“Do you need one?”
“Fair point.” Ash starts down the stairs, meeting us halfway. He cups my face and kisses me. Slower than Titan. Deeper. Like he’s savoring the taste of me.
When he pulls back, I’m dizzy. “Hi.”
“Hi yourself.” He traces my bottom lip with his thumb. “Have a good ride?”
“Yeah. Jackal took me to our spot.”
“I know. I’ve been tracking your phone.”
I roll my eyes. “Of course you have.”
“Can’t help it. You’re carrying precious cargo.” His hand drops to my stomach. For weeks after we got the paternity results, he could barely look at my belly without flinching. Now his thumb traces slow circles over the swell like he’s memorizing it.
“How’s she doing?”
“Good.” My throat goes tight. “You’ve actually been asking lately.”
Ash’s jaw flexes.He blows out a breath. “I know I was weird about it. About her. About… whose blood she’s got.” His eyes meet mine, stripped bare. “I hated myself every time I pulled back. She’s ours, Bonnie. I needed a minute to get my shit together, but I’m in. Completely.”
“I thoughtyou didn’t want her the same way,” I admit. The words scrape coming out. “Thought you were just saying the right things so I wouldn’t freak out.”
“Then I did it wrong.” His fingers press a little firmer against my stomach. “I don’t care what the DNA says. I’m her dad. That’s not changing.”
