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“I’m down,” Aurora added.

“Damn right. Good food, good drank, big villas—all on Stone’s dime,” Kenzo said with a grin on his face.

We all laughed, including Stone.

I looked at him, and he was staring at me with that possessive, loving gaze in his eyes.

“Anything for my family,” Stone said, and I knew he meant it.

I glanced around the table, taking it all in. A year ago, I never would’ve imagined this. Never would’ve imagined sitting on a private beach in the Virgin Islands, surrounded by the people I loved. Never would’ve imagined being with a man like Stone.

But here I was, and I was happy.

I looked over at Stone again, who was talking to Kenzo about something. He must’ve felt me staring because he turned and looked at me, his eyes soft.

“You good, baby?” he asked.

I nodded, smiling.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m perfect.”

He leaned over and kissed me, and I felt my heart swell. I loved this man. Loved him more than I ever thought I could love anyone. And I knew, without a doubt, that he loved me too.

This was my life now, and I wouldn’t change it for anything.

Chapter 21

Stone

The four days in St. John flew by.

We had ourselves a time out there. Yacht rides where Indie laid out in a bikini that had me ready to throw everybody off the boat so I could fuck her right there on the deck. Jet skis with Indie screaming and laughing while holding onto me, her arms wrapped tight around my waist. Snorkeling in water so clear you could see straight to the bottom. Couples massages where I had to keep my hands to myself even though all I wanted to do was touch her.

And sex.

We fucked more times than I could count.

In the bed. In the shower. On the balcony overlooking the ocean. In the pool at night when everyone else was asleep. Each time was better than the last.

I never knew sex could be like this. Never knew it could be such an experience until I fell in love with Indie. Fucking someone you loved was a thousand times better than fucking someone you didn’t care for.

It wasn’t just about the nut anymore. It was about the connection. The way she looked at me. The way she said my name. The way our bodies fit together like they were made for each other.

It was everything.

Now we were heading back to the airport for the flight home.

But Indie wasn’t feeling well.

She’d woken up in the middle of the night, throwing up in the bathroom. I’d held her hair, rubbed her back, asked if she was okay. She kept insisting it was something she ate or drank, but I already knew what it was.

She was pregnant.

The way we’d been fucking raw for the past few months, and she hadn’t taken her birth control since before we met, was finally catching up to us. I was confident she was carrying my baby, but I didn’t say anything to her yet. I let her think what she wanted to think for now.

As soon as we got back to the estate, I’d make her take a pregnancy test. I’d already reached out to Ava before we left the villa, told her to have some tests waiting for us by the time we arrived.

Indie sat next to me in the SUV on the way to the airport, her head resting against the window. She looked pale and tired.