This seems to throw Justin for a loop. “Thank me?”
“Yes. Actually, this is all because of you,” he says, taking my hand in his and giving me a quick wink. “Gabi was in Vegas because you cheated on her. She was there celebrating her divorce from you, and frankly, I’m glad she made that decision. Because even if she didn’t end up with me, she clearly deserves better than you. But because you’re a piece of shit and don’t know how to treat women, I met the love of my life. I met the woman who’s going to have my child. And it would’ve never happened if you weren’t a complete and total fucking failure as a man. So, thanks. I owe you one.”
I’m not sure if this is real, but I’m pretty sure I hear a slow clap from somewhere in the store. Maddox looks down at me, the smirk on his face so fucking sexy. “You ready to get out of here, gorgeous? I couldn’t find the stroller.”
“Please.” And without a look back to Justin or Kaila, Maddox and I walk out of the store hand in hand. Our chins are held high, and I’m on cloud nine. Because not only do I know for a fact that I made the best decision of my life by leaving Justin, I truly picked the best man to truly be with for the rest of my life.
Because if I didn’t know it before, I know it now: I’m one hundred percent, head over heels, in love with Maddox Gallagher.
CHAPTER 26
MADDOX
“God…Gabi…I…fuck!”
I’m white knuckling the steering wheel after nearly driving us off the road a mile or so back. Though, if that would’ve happened, I already had my entire story ready for the first responders.
“My apologies. I’m sorry I caused a pile up. My future wife was mid celebratory blow job on me because we just told off her ex and his sugar baby and it was hot as fuck. And see, the woman I’m in love with? She’s really good at giving blow jobs. I mean really good. I bought her a house once after one of these. So please, forgive me this once, because it was really fucking good head…”
Yeah, I’m sure that would make a few headlines around Nashville.
Thank God we’re about to pull into her apartment parking lot, because I don’t know how much longer I can last. And after what just transpired at the baby store, I am not finishing in her mouth. No, I’m fucking her until we both scream so loud her neighbors are begging us to bump up the move out date.
The second I put the car in park and get my hands to let go of the wheel, I hear that telltale popping noise as she pulls her mouth off my dick like it’s the best lollipop she’s ever had.
“Gorgeous, you have a five-second head start to get upstairs and get naked. Wherever I catch you, that’s where I’m going to fuck you.”
She leans over the console, her hand stroking me a few more times as she leans into my ear. “Is that a threat? Or a promise?”
I place my hand over hers, stopping her motions. “There’s only one way to find out. Five…”
She smiles and gives me one more kiss before hustling out of the car. Well, hustling as quickly as she can at this point. She’s just about to hit the third trimester, and her stomach is getting bigger by the day. Every night when I lay down next to her, my hand resting on it, I’m in awe of the fact that this woman—this gorgeous, breathtaking, smart, funny, amazing woman—is growing a whole fucking person inside her. And not just a person. My son. The one we didn’t plan for, but the one I already can’t imagine my life without.
Or without his mother.
I put my dick back in my pants as I watch her make her way up the stairs to her second-floor apartment, loving every movement of her body. She puts a little extra sway in her hips, and looks back to me with a wink before she lets herself inside.
“Oh, Gabrielle…you better watch what you’re asking for.”
I turn off the ignition and take my time getting out of the car. Sure, I could be up the stairs in the blink of an eye, but I want to give her time to settle. Let her go where she wants. Get comfortable. Because I meant what I said—wherever I find her, that’s where it’s happening.
At least round one. Because there’s going to be multiple rounds. I start training camp tomorrow, which means I’m gone for a month. Between that and the interaction we just had withJustin and his plaything, I have no intentions of being dressed again until I have to leave in the morning.
There have been numerous times over the past six months that I didn’t think I could be attracted to or love Gabi more. The number one being the moment we found out we were having a son.
I might need to reconsider that list after today’s events.
The way she bragged about me, while also showing a bit of a possessive side? The way she boldly stood next to me, telling Justin I was the one she wanted? The one she was going to have a family with? The loving and heated way she looked at me after I told Justin what I thought about him? Frankly, I don’t know how we left the store without me finding a dressing room and showing her just how much I love her. And judging by her actions on the way home, she definitely feels the same way.
I wanted to say that I loved her right there. But I didn’t want her to hear those words for the first time in front of her ex. She works daily on moving on from him and what he put her through. She deserves memories that have nothing to do with him. So as far as I was concerned, he didn’t get to share that moment with us. If I have my way, today is the last day either of us are ever going to think of him again.
Figuring Gabi has had enough time to do what she needs to do—and I’ve softened enough that I can walk semi comfortably to her apartment—I make my way inside. She’s not in her living room, which I didn’t expect her to be. I know she’s going to be in her bedroom, but what I see when I open the door has my jaw on the floor.
“What the…”
I’m speechless. My eyes blink twice then go impossibly wider as I take in the vision before me. She’s kneeling on her bed, looking like a fucking wet dream in forest green see-through lingerie, accompanied with matching lace panties. There’s asmall bow just under her tits, but the material is so thin, I don’t know how they aren’t spilling out. Under the tie it opens to show Gabi’s rounded stomach, which frankly, makes me hard every time I see it. But surrounded by sheer and lace? I’m a fucking goner.
“Is your silence a good thing?”
