“Mom?” My heart moves its way up—up—up. She smirks. It’s in my throat now. “Mama?”
She lifts a shoulder as if to say,sorry, bucko, that’s all you get.“I think I prefer Gigi.”
I fly from my chair, passing the ring box back to her for safekeeping. “I’ll come back for this.” She bursts out laughing but takes the box, tucking it in her lap.
“Don’t go leaving, Logan Huxley. We haven’t even eaten yet.”
Oh, I’m about to eat, alright.
Turning, I bolt from the room, calling over my shoulder, “Just wanna show her around.” I make it to the living room in record time, needing to have eyes on my woman. I find her huddled up on the couch, Stephen on one side, Charlie on the other. I grit my teeth, not likingthatat all. I ignore everyone as I circle the couch and pull her to me. A stack of photographs goes flying, but I’m too happy to care.
“Logan!” she shrieks. I barely,just barely, resist the urge to throw her over my shoulder. The only reason I don’t is that I don’t want her to feel embarrassed. Grabbing her hand, I yank her after me as I bob and weave through various pieces of furniture.
“We’ll be back. Carry on,” I bark as my pace picks up. I practically drag Shiloh upstairs, needing to get some distance from everyone else. Needing to get my girl alone. “Wanna show you my old room,” I grunt, sounding more caveman than anything.
I pull her into the room, catching her as she stumbles behind me. Her eyes dart around, taking in the space that’s practically a time capsule of my formidable years. I kick the door shut with my foot and push past her. I stop next to the bed and turn, finally finding her eyes. I’m breathing so hard; I’m basically panting like a dog.
My gaze trails down her body, homing in on the swell of her belly. It’s not round from our baby yet, but it will be—soon.I don’t know what my mom meant exactly, but I have an idea. Shiloh’s on her way to being pregnant. Either my seed’s already taken, or it will soon; only time will tell. I know there’s some sort of delay with these things. Doesn’t matter. All I know is that it’s happening, and when it does, my woman’s going to be happier than she’s ever been in her life.
We’re having a fucking baby.
A tidal wave of possession coats my body like a second skin, overpowering me until it’s all I see, all I feel.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
My cock is so hard just thinking about it that I’m pretty sure I’ll blow my load the second she touches me.
“What are you doing?” she murmurs, her eyes flaring as they rake down my body. Much like I’d zeroed in on her belly, she’s locked onto my cock as it practically pokes a hole in my jeans. “We can’t do this here.”
Ignoring her, I rip my shirt off my body and toss it somewhere over my shoulder. “Shut up, take your panties off and sit on my fucking face, Shiloh,” I growl. I’ve never been more thankful than I am right now that my girl is obsessed with dresses.
I see the moment it happens. The exact second, her nerves turn into something else. Something darker. Deep, carnal lust.
Her voice becomes a throaty purr as she slides the lock in place. The click sounds like a gunshot in the silent room. “Are you going to breed me, Daddy?”
God-fucking-damnit.
I drop down onto the bed, tucking my hand behind my head as I watch her. She saunters toward me, swaying her hips as she goes. Tugging her fat bottom lip between her teeth, she grabs her dress and bunches the material up in her fists.
Up…up…up…
I groan, my eyes taking in the lacey booty shorts she’s wearing beneath her dress.They’re white. “Are you trying to fucking kill me?” I grunt, thoughts of our wedding night filling my brain. “You better wear those when we get married.”
She chuckles quietly, sliding the lace down her thick thighs. “I’ll buy new ones.”
I smile, loving the way she’s openly acknowledging this. Talking about our wedding night like it’s a foregone conclusion. Good. She better be ready. It’ll be happening way sooner than she thinks.
Shiloh tosses the panties next to my shirt and steps forward, her knees touching the bed. Her hands twitch, still holding the dress rucked up around her hips. It’s dipping over the crease of her thighs, hiding my view of her perfect, pretty pussy, and I find myself quickly getting angry at a piece of clothing.
“Come here,” I growl, shifting my body, so she has room to straddle my face. Her eyes dart back to the door as she hesitates. “It’s fine, Babydoll. You’ll just have to be quiet. You can do that, right? Be a good girl and keep your mouth shut?”
Her head flies in my direction, her pupils blown wide. Damn…what exactly did I say to cause that reaction?
I wanna do it again.
“Come here, Shiloh,” I grunt. Reaching out, I fist her dress and yank her forward, tired of waiting. She falls to the bed, colliding with my chest. “Climb on my fucking face and let me eat you.”
“Logan,” she whispers, shaking her head. “I can’t.”