She closes her eyes and shakes her head. “He came to me and said—"
“What the fuck did he say?”
She tilts her chin up at me. “He wanted to know if this was your baby and he said good because fucking me knowing I was pregnant with a Guardian baby would make it even better.”
“I’m going to fuckin’ kill him. He’s a dead man.”
She doesn’t argue with me or try to talk me out of it. Her hands go to each side of my neck. “Can you hold off on that because right now, I just want you to hold me.”
I nod and try to force myself to relax. I’ve already planned it out in my head. I want to be the one to off him, but there’s no way I’m leaving Brandy now. All it will take is one phone call to the guys back in Texas, and it will be taken care of.
I stand up and tell her as I carry her to the bed. “I’ll take care of him.”
She nods, brushing the hair off my face. “I know you will.”
I lay her gently on the bed and grab the front of her shirt. I unbutton a few buttons, and when I go to open it, she holds it together in her hands. “Diesel, wait.”
I sit down on the bed next to her, looking at her, not even trying to hide the desire for her from my face. “What is it, honey?”
She leans up on her elbows, and the shirt falls open. My eyes go to her swollen breasts and swollen belly, and I’m instantly hard.
I can’t wait another minute without touching her, and I reach for her, rubbing my hand over her belly in awe. “Damn,” I mutter, huskily.
Silence fills the room, and I realize she never answered me. “What is it, honey? What were you going to say?”
She shakes her head side to side. “Nothing. It was nothing.”
I try to focus. “It was something. You can tell me anything.”
She shrugs with a smile on her face. “I was going to tell you that my body’s changed since the last time we did this, but I realize now that you probably don’t care.”
I look at her all swollen with my son in her belly. “Fuck no, I don’t care. I love your body... I love you.”
She leans up and presses her lips to mine before pulling back. “And I love you too, my biker boy.”