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Roane caresses my cheek and I flinch at his light touch. It’s been a few days since Sam kidnapped and attacked me. He left me with a busted, lip, bruised cheek, and blackened eye. Once my man knew I was battered but okay I thought he was going to beat Sam to death. It took Murder, Crawl, Link, and Viking to pull him off him and then Link went after him.
I don’t know what became of Sam, but Pam told me it involved a chain and a motorcycle. She also said they handled his father. Whatever happened I’m simply glad he’s gone—that they both are gone and that it’s over. He won’t be coming back, and Roane and I can move on with our lives. Maybe that makes me seem cold and unfeeling, but Sam had no love for me. He had no problem hurting me.
I am only glad that my cell phone happened to be in the pocket of my hoodie and that Roane’s brother Prodigy was able to track it so quickly. If not for him I may not be here on the couch with my man. He’s been so attentive. So loving. Sweeter than I could have ever hoped for in a man.
“Can I get you anything?”
“I’m good. I have you. That’s all I need.”
“You sure you’re up for the party tonight? Everyone will understand if you want to stay in.”
“No way. I want to go. We need some fun. I’m ready to get to know the club and thank the guys who helped you rescue me.”
Roane smiles and gives me a gentle kiss being careful not to hurt me. I’ve been a bit jumpy the past few days after what happened and the things that Sam said to me. I have no idea whether he was telling the truth or not. I keep telling myself he only said those things about his father to scare me. If I believe otherwise I will only spiral into a depression. I don’t want that. Some people might say it’s unhealthy to ignore it and try to forget what he said. Maybe it is but I only want to look to the future.
I have a bright one ahead of me.
“Good. Go get ready.” My sexy man gives my ass a squeeze.
We haven’t had sex since the attack. I know it’s only because he worries about me, but I want him. I’m hoping if I get him relaxed enough, he will stop treating me like I am going to shatter whenever he touches me. I appreciate him being delicate and sensitive to my needs I do. But I have other needs too and I miss him.
What can I say? I’m addicted to Roane.
I pull his face back to mine and claim his lips. When he moves back, I gaze deeply into his eyes, and I know that he’s my forever. A part of me has always known he was my one.
All it took for both of us was one kiss to seal our fate.
“I love you, Roane.”
“Love you too, baby doll.”
I go to the bedroom and lay out my clothes on the bed. My sweet nutty sister unpacked everything for me. She was feeling guilty because she was here when Sam grabbed me but neither of us had any way of knowing he would show up and do what he did. In the bathroom I get the shower ready and undress.
I’m not under the spray of water long before my man is stepping in behind me. “Holy shit, woman. What are you trying to do melt my balls off? Fuck that’s hot.”
“It’s not that hot.”
“The hell it isn’t. Satan himself would be sweating.”
“You don’t have to shower with me,” I point out, but I adjust the temperature a smidge.
“And miss out on seeing you all soaped up and naked. Not happening. I’ve missed you, Jules.”
“I’ve been right here. You’ve not left my side,” I remind him. He’s been hovering over me like a helicopter and I’ve loved every second of it.
“No, I’ve missed this.” His arm snakes around my waist, his hand dropping down to my pelvis.
“Oh.” I smile when his fingers tease at my clit.
“Yeah. Oh. Need you, baby doll.” I hope he gives me a big O.
“You’ve got me, Roane. Always and forever.”
“I want us to make it official.” His lips meet the back of my neck.
“We just moved in together.”
“What’s that got to do with it?”
He has a point. “Not a damn thing.” I turn into him, seeking his mouth out. “Let’s do it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
My man comes alive, pushing me up against the tiled wall of the shower. Roane comes at me hard and fast, tongue plunging deep in my mouth, greedy and sexy. My man makes love to my mouth with his kiss. A kiss that promises me one thing—forever.
**
Three months later
“What’d you want to tell me, baby doll?” Roane stares up at me as I straddle him on the couch.
“That you were right.”
“Hmm...” he grunts. “I’m always right.”
“Are you now?” I roll my hips.
Roane reaches around me to squeeze my ass. “Fuckin’ love your ass, Jules.”
I lick my lips and move in closer to whisper in his ear. “There’s one thing in particular you were right about.” He shifts his hips and thrusts his growing erection upward, rubbing it through his sweatpants up against my crotch. “Stop distracting me. I’m trying to be serious.”
“You’re the one being all tempting in these tight ass pants, woman. Now tell me what I was right about.”
“So bossy and demanding.” I lick the shell of his ear and he chuckles.
“You call me distracting. You love to torture me.”
“Hmm. Where was I? Oh yeah. I wanted to tell you that what you said about your swimmers being strong...you were right.” I lean back so I can get a good look at his face when he realizes what I just revealed to him. He stares at me for a hot minute and blinks twice. Then it hits him and his lips fan into a gorgeous smile. One I know that is only for me.
“You saying what I think you’re saying?”
“Yeah, honey. I am. We’re pregnant.” I’ve barely gotten the words out before his mouth is on mine.
Roane pulls back and I feel breathless. Every time I kiss him its magical, just like the first time. After things died down and we settled into life as a couple, Roane and I tied the knot on Valentine’s day. The anniversary of our first kiss. The day he told me something I had forgotten about until he reminded me in his vows. “I swore I’d be your first and last kiss, Jules. I was the first man to ever kiss you when you were fifteen and I’ll be the last when you’re old and gray. I promise I’m going to cherish and love you for all of my days.” Then he kissed me, and the preacher yelled at him for jumping ahead of the ceremony.
“God, you make me happy, woman.”
“I can make you even happier if you take me to bed.”
“Let’s test that theory.” He shifts to carry me to bed when a knock sounds at the front door then my sister let’s herself in. “Thought I told you to start locking that door,” he grumbles.
“Oops.” I slide down his front.
“Am I interrupting?” Pam shoots Roane a cheeky grin knowing damn well and good she is.
“Go home, Pam,” he barks, and I smack at his chest.
“Don’t be rude. I want to share this moment with my sister.”
“Uh, no offense, Jules. I know I joke around and shit, but I am not joining you two or watching.”
“Eww fuck no,” Roane growls.
“I’m pregnant,” I tell her, and she squeals coming at both of us for a hug as she starts to cry.
“I’m going to be an Auntie?”
“Yeah, but get gone so I can get back to what I was doing before you interrupted.” Roane loves my sister, honest, but she drives him bat shit crazy because she pops up all the time at random hours. He might as well get used to it. She is only going to get worse once the baby comes.
“Fine. I know when I’m not wanted. I only came by to see if Roane wanted in on the bet the guys got going.”
“And what bet would that be?” he questions her.
“Oh...only that Wylla Mae is eighteen and graduating high school soon...we have a pool going to see how long it takes East to break.”
“Ya’ll, that is so damn mean. You ain’t even right.”
Pam shrugs and Roane says, “What dates you got left and what’s the buy in?”
I shake my head at both of them, but I love them more than anything. “Fine. I am going to call it now and say one month after she’s out of school they become a thing officially.”
Pam smirks at me and Roane chuckles.
“See. You are one of us.” My sister giggles and hugs my neck.
Roane places his bet and shoves her out the door daring her to come back until at least three days have passed.
“Why three days?”
“Because that’s how long I plan on keeping you naked in bed.”
“Oh, I like that. I like it a lot.” I start sauntering toward the bedroom, shedding my clothes along the way so my man can make good on his promise and oh does he ever.