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Both of them looked at me like I was crazy.

“Nope. Wouldn’t be interested anyway,” King said seriously.

“Plus, now I’m excited about our movie night. What do we want to watch?” Sterling asked.

Immediately, King pulled out his phone to look up what was available, and I couldn’t help feeling happy and content. This was far better than anything romantic. No matter what happened in the future, I always wanted my holidays to be with these boys.

I wanted everything to be with them.

Now I would have every moment and holiday to look forward to, with them and our families…and future families. When a warm hand brushed through my hair, I opened my eyes to find King laying next to me, his eyes on the ceiling of the bedroom in thought.

“You okay?” I asked, letting out a yawn.

“Didn’t want to wake you.” He frowned slightly. “We are going to be landing here in a minute before we take a helicopter into Monaco.”

I nodded sleepily and crawled up into his arms, feeling the tension running through his frame as I rested my head against his chest. “What’s wrong, King?”

“I feel like I should be helping the family out and getting this sorted, but I also know this is safer,” he whispered, as if admitting his concern was somehow bad.

I lifted my head from his chest to look at him and spoke honestly, “I think you handle a lot more than you recognize. You are even handling making sure we get somewhere safe. I’m sure that’s a massive amount of mental pressure off everyone’s plate. Don’t discount what you are doing.”

He seemed to consider my words before nodding seriously. King closed his eyes as I examined his handsome face, running my finger along his jaw. He popped open an eye and flashed a smile.

That smile spelled so much trouble.

“What?” I asked.

“You know the minute you have a ring on your finger, I’m going to knock you up, right?” That devious smile grew wider on his face.

“King!” I nearly squeaked as he chuckled. “You are not!”

“Right, right.” He nodded, closing his eyes. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, princess.”

I couldn’t help but smile into his chest.

I didn’t need a warning for something I wanted.


Tags: M. Sinclair The Shadows of Wildberry Lane Erotic