“In the head,” he scoffs. “They’ll never be a threat to you, Elodie, or anyone else ever again. We made sure of that when they thought they had balls big enough to infiltrate our club’s property.”
“I know, and it’s a relief. Does that make me a bad person?” I ask, curious to hear his answer because with him, I know he’ll always be honest.
“Do you feel like a bad person, Zoey?” he returns, tossing my question back at me instead of replying with his thoughts on the matter.
I mull over it and eventually come to a conclusion. “No, I don’t.”
“Good girl,” he praises. “I knew you were a smart woman.”
“Are you happy, Harrison?”
“About us or the baby?” he poses.
“Both,” I retort.
“I have no words for how happy I am, beautiful. You’ve made all of my boyhood dreams and teenage fantasies come true.”
“Best compliment ever,” I whisper.
“That’s because I have a lot to be thankful for that needs complimenting,” he conveys. He sets the box to the side and draws me up and lifts me over his midsection. “And now, I’m going to show you how much.” And he does by making slow, passionate love to me.
CHAPTER
TEN
Indiana
The candlelit dinner turned into an all day marathon of making love and celebrating the new life growing in Zoey’s belly. We’ve ended up in front of the fireplace, wrapped in blankets and each other as the fire blazes and we fill our bellies with the dinner I ordered. As far as romance goes, this beats what I had initially planned.
“Open,” I instruct as I pull one of the chocolate covered strawberries from the carton and hold it up in the air between my fingers. Her eyes gleam in unadulterated happiness as I lift the confection up to her mouth, running the succulent treat along her lower lip. When it’s properly coated, I lean forward and sip on them before she has a chance to swipe off the chocolate left behind with her tongue. “Tasty.”
She giggles and pushes me back with the palms of her hands on my pecs. “Harrison, I need a break. I’m sore, tired, and starving.”
The thought of her being hungry has me backing away from further sexual exploits. Now, I have a new mission on my mind—to feed her belly and my baby. “I just can’t seem to get enough of you.” I sigh as she takes a dainty bite out of the strawberry, savoring the taste with a hum. “There’s something about knowing you’re growing a new life inside of you that makes my dick hard.”
“From my understanding, that’s typical,” she explains, giving me a sympathetic look that’s full of compassion. “Especially in a man who’s as protective and territorial as you are.”
I can’t even deny those traits she described when it comes to me because they fit me to a T. “Yeah, my defensive instincts are already going haywire,” I divulge, not curbing that fact because I have a feeling it’s going to get worse as her pregnancy progresses. “For example, I’m twitchy about how close you’re sitting to the fireplace.”
“This is where trust comes into play, Harrison. You have to believe that I’d never do anything to put me and our baby in harm’s way.”
“I do trust you,” I substantiate around a grumbling mumble. “It’s the people and objects around you I have an issue with.”
“You’ll have to learn to deal with it because I refuse to be swaddled in bubble wrap,” she proclaims. “I won’t let you or anybody else steal my independence from me.”
“I’d never want to do that, baby,” I pledge. “Watching you soar has been profound, one of the highlights of my life.”
“Then don’t clip my wings, Harrison. Keep being the wind that helps me to glide through the sky.”
“As long as I’m right there beside you or a spectator, I’ll be whatever you need me to be, beautiful,” I avow.
“I always want you with me, biker man. You’re my shining beacon through the darkness that leads me home when I’m feeling shipwrecked. My anchor that keeps me grounded. My map through the stars that illuminates the path that leads back to you. Without you, I’d be lost. It’s as plain and simple as that.”
“Everything you just said, explains how I feel when it comes to you, baby girl. You and Elodie are the best part of me. You make me want to be a better man.”
“You’re the perfect man,” she coos. “At least, you are for me.”
“And that’s all that matters,” I claim. “I don’t give two shits what anyone else thinks. I’ve proven that time and time again. I am who I am regardless if anyone likes it or not.”
