“Jesus,” I grunt, disgusted. “Let me talk to the guys. I’ll call you so we can meet up and figure out what we’re going to do.” The boys and I have never made a move without each of us agreeing, and I’m not going to start doing that shit now.

“I’m in,” Z says, coming to my side.

“Me too,” Mic chimes in.

“I’m down,” Harlen mutters.

“I was getting bored anyways.” Everret shrugs, walking up to the group.

“Looks like we’re in,” I sigh. “We’ll meet tonight and go over the details.

“Until tonight,” Jax says, heading out.

“We’re going to need to get some weapons,” Z says.

“I know a place,” Harlen tells us. “If I head out now, I should still be able to make the connect.”

“Mic, you go with Everret. Harlen, you find out everything you can about this situation.”

“On it,” Mic says, walking away, followed by Everret and Harlen.

“We’re going to need someone to watch the girls when we can’t,” Z states, and I run a hand over my head then look at him.

“Jax and the boys will help.”

“Would they kill to protect them? Die to protect them?” he asks, and I think about Jax, Talon and Sage and I know they would. “They would do whatever is necessary,” I assure him.

“I wasn’t going to tell anyone, not yet, ’cause it’s so early, but Kayan’s pregnant,” he confides, and all I can do is stare at him. “We weren’t planning on this happening. Hell, I wasn’t even planning on her.” He scrubs his hand down his face, and when his eyes meet mine, I notice for the first time in years that he looks happy.

“Jesus, you move fast,” I mutter, smiling.

“When she told me she was pregnant, I thought I was going to fucking pass out. I have never been so scared in my life.” He shakes his head and looks out the bay door then back at me. “I never put much thought into the future until her,” he says, and I get that. Even when I was married, I didn’t think about the future or having children. I didn’t think about anything but my next mission. Seeing July changed all of that. I want tomorrow and seventy years from now with her.

“I’m happy for you, brother.” I pull him in for a one-arm hug then lean back just enough to see his face and wrap my hand around the side of his neck, smiling. “You ever think two years ago this would have happened?”

“Fuck no.” He shakes his head and I let him go.

“Me, neither.” I didn’t expect to find a woman who fits me perfectly, a woman who makes me want to slide a ring on her finger just so I can show everyone she’s mine, a woman who brings out every possessive and protective instinct I didn’t even know I had. But that’s what I found the day I met July Mayson. “You okay?” I ask Z, who suddenly looks worried.

“Never been in love. You know my family’s fucked up,” he says, and I nod. “I don’t even know what love feels like.”

Fuck…

“I worry I won’t do her justice,” he admits, rubbing his chest.

“That’s love, brother. Knowing you’re not good enough, but keeping her anyways—that’s love.”

“That’s fucked up.”

I laugh and agree, “Yep.”

Chapter 11

“Hey, you,” I greet, seeing Wes standing in the doorway to the bedroom.

His arms cross over his chest and his eyes drop to my breasts as I straighten the straps of my bra.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says as he pushes away from the door.

“I thought we were leaving soon,” I tell him, reading the look in his eyes. He doesn’t say anything, just walks me backward until the backs of my knees hit the bed and I’m falling, landing with him on top of me.

“You smell good.” His tongue licks up the column of my throat.

“Yeah?” I question, wrapping my arms around his neck and my leg around his hip.

His mouth lands on mine, and his tongue slides across my bottom lip as I open up for him, tilting my head to the side. The moment his taste floods my mouth, I moan and let my hands travel down his back then up his shirt, feeling his hot skin under my palms. I pull his shirt up until he’s forced to release my mouth, and he sits back, pulling his shirt off over his head then comes back to me. His hand slips behind my back, and the bra I had just put on is quickly unhooked. He slips it off first one arm then the other before pulling it away from my chest¸ returning his mouth to mine as his hand runs up my side, stopping at the underside of my breast.

“Wes,” I mewl, and his thumb sweeps over my nipple. That one swipe has my core tightening and wetness flooding between my legs. There is nothing I want more than him inside me, but every time we get close to going there, he pulls away, and that thought has my nails scratching down his back and my head digging into the pillow as his mouth travels down my jaw and neck.

I tilt my head down to look at him as he shifts, palming my breast in one large hand then licking over my nipple before kissing down between my breasts, down my stomach, teasing around my belly button.

“Lift your ass, babe,” he commands as he unsnaps my jeans. I lift my hips off the bed as he pulls them over my ass and down my legs. My hands go to the bed near my hips as I begin to pant. The thought of his mouth on me has my body lighting up in anticipation. “You’re swollen and wet, baby,” he breathes over my core, using his thumbs to spread me open.