Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
I fanned my face with my hand. “Like I said before, I’m not going to argue with that plan.”
We got dressed—Cat had brought about a dozen shopping bags to the clubhouse when she found out I had only brought a few things with me—and headed down to the kitchen. For the past four mornings, it had been packed with club members, their wives, and their children. But today, we only found Mac, Bridget, and their son Dane sitting at the table.
“Good morning, you two,” Bridget chirped, her lips curving into a big grin. “Now I get why everyone else headed home right after breakfast—Phantom is back.”
Kian nodded. “Got in late last night.”
“And thank fuck for that.” Mac got up and slapped him on the back. “Hated to send you out just when you found your girl. Know it sucks that we got to know her before you really got the chance, but I gotta say—you chose well.”
“You really did,” Bridget agreed with a soft smile. “Tessa fit right in with all of us like she’s been here forever, but it was clear that she missed you.”
Kian tugged me against his side and brushed a kiss against the top of my head. “Not as much as I missed her.”
“How about I make you guys a batch of French toast as a thank you for the time you sacrificed on behalf of the club?” Bridget offered.
Kian patted his six-pack abs. “If you want to make them, I’ll be happy to eat them. But you don’t owe me anything for doing my part.”
“And that right there is part of why Tessa is a lucky girl for finding you.” Bridget rolled her eyes at Mac’s growl, going up on her toes to kiss him on the cheek before she started cracking eggs into a bowl and whisking them with milk, vanilla, and cinnamon.
“Can I have some too, Mom?” Dane asked.
“How in the world are you hungry again?” Bridget shook her head as she pulled out a loaf of bread. “You just had breakfast half an hour ago.”
Her son shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a growing boy.”
“Damn straight you are, my little man,” Mac agreed.
Dane puffed his little chest out. “I’m gonna be as big as you someday, and then when I’m old enough, I’m gonna be prez just like you too.”
Kian squeezed the boy’s shoulder. “If you work hard enough, I can see you following in your dad’s footsteps.”
Dane crossed his thin arms over his chest, mimicking Mac’s stance. “Good, because I’m gonna.”
“Keep that confidence. You’re gonna need it.” Kian chuckled and shook his head. “Where are the girls?”
“Molly went over to Silver Ink to show Uncle Nova something she drew.” Dane rolled his eyes. “Dahlia and Callie trailed her.”
Kian ruffled the boy’s hair. “You didn’t want to go with them?”
“Nah, I wanted to hang with Dad instead.”
Mac smiled down at him. “That’s my boy.”
Watching how the eleven-year-old tried to emulate his father and Kian made me smile. As much as I enjoyed seeing Kian with Cat’s daughter Opal on my first day here, seeing him interact with Dane now hit me a little harder—but in the best way possible.
My reaction was probably because there hadn’t been anything between us when we had sex, which meant that I could already be pregnant. Especially with how much come he’d stuffed me with. It had been dripping down my thighs before he’d washed me with a warm, damp cloth. Since we hadn’t known each other long—and had spent most of that time texting each other while he was gone—I most likely should’ve been appalled by the risk I’d taken. Instead, I found myself too easily picturing Kian as the father of my children.
“You doing okay, sweet girl?” Kian asked.
I nodded. “Uh-huh.”
Bridget sent me a knowing look, and I remembered the meet-cute story she’d shared with me. And how little time passed between when Mac kidnapped her and when she got pregnant with Molly.
Her life turned out amazing, so if Kian had already knocked me up, I hoped mine would too. With all the wild things that happened when so many of the other Silver Saints couples met, my story seemed mild in comparison. The only thing that really stood in our way now was my dad’s situation with his bookie and the fact that I was supposed to be headed back to college soon.
But now that I found Kian and had fallen for him, I was pretty sure that I had decided what to do about school. Although education was important to my mom, all she ever wanted was for me to be happy. And being with Kian gave me more joy than I’d felt in a long time. The possibility of spending the rest of my life with him—and raising a family—filled me with excitement while the thought of returning to school only left me feeling anxious. Especially since it meant being away from Kian.