“Nik!”

Gold eyes locked with hers, “What, Sugar?”

She thought about making a break for it, but she’d seen Nik move. He was way too fast for her and her baseball bat was in their bedroom.

Their bedroom. Not hers. Not his. Theirs.

Forcing herself to calm down, Angie ran her hands through his hair. Then she made the biggest leap of her life. “Maybe we could split it between Texas and North Carolina. But I’ll have to be here for Mik. God knows poor Conall will need somebody to help him deal with how crazy she’ll get during the pregnancy.”

Nik shrugged, “That’ll work.”

“And we’ll have to figure out what to do about holidays and stuff.”

“Okay.”

She cleared her throat, “And I love you, Nik.” She really did. With all her heart, soul, and…

“I know, Sugar. You’ve always loved me.”

Cockymotherfuckinfriedchickeneatin’ cat!

***

He thought for sure she’d start ripping hair out of his head. Instead she tried to push him off her lap.

“I don’t know why I put up with your goddamn, motherfucking shit, Hillbilly, but…”

Nik grabbed her wrists, leaned up, and kissed her, cutting off her tirade. His tongue sliding in and dragging around hers. She sighed in response, her body softening against his. His dick hardened and grew inside his black jeans. That damn sigh of hers got him every time.

He pulled back from her, releasing her wrists. Nik reached up with one hand and easily untied the leather strings holding up her top, pulling the leather down so that he had easy access to her breasts. He sucked one into his mouth and Angie moaned, leaning back into the couch. He played with it for awhile and turned his attention to the other. Once he got both of her nipples good and hard, he looked up at her. “I love you, Angelina. I think since the moment I saw you in that airport. I love that you’re ornery and rude and take absolutely no shit. I love that you make my baby sister smile and that you think my daddy’s charmin’. I love how you look that split second before you come and the way you say my name when I’m inside you. I love everything about you and can’t imagine a second of my life without you.”

Angelina shook her head, “Thump. Thump. Thump.”

He still had no idea why the woman kept saying that. And to be honest, he wasn’t about to ask. She might tell him and it would probably just freak him out.

Instead he tunneled his fingers through her hair, getting a firm hold and eliciting a delicious moan from those gorgeous lips. No. He’d never get enough of this woman. She was entirely too insane.

“You know, Sugar, that party will be goin’ on for hours and I’ve already locked the door.” He ran his tongue along the underside of her jaw, whilemaking sure he rubbed his arms against her bare breasts. “There’s all sorts of things I could do to that sweet body of yours on this big ‘ol couch.”

She groaned, “Then do it, Hillbilly.”

“Not good enough.” He nipped the flesh at her collar bone, and kissed her hard. “I want you to tell me what you want, Angelina,” he whispered against her lips. “I wanna hear you say it.”

She brushed his hair out of his face, her hand settling on his jaw. Her eyes, filled with absolute love and trust, stared down at him. Then she smiled.

“Touch me, Nik.”

Epilogue

“I blame you for this, little sister.”

“I was trying to be helpful.”

“Oh, you were helpful all right. I’ve got bare-chested, overall-wearing hillbillies on my goddamn front porch because of you.” A porch he never even wanted. “I thought I’d only have to deal with one. But for some unknown reason his brothers keep coming.”

His sister cleared her throat, “That probably has nothing to do with me.”

“Oh, you are so full of shit.”

She laughed. “You still sound happy, though.”

“They’ve pulled out banjos. Exactly how happy can I be?”

“You can’t bullshit me, Zacharias. I can hear it in your voice. You’re happy…whether you wanna be or not.”

“Whatever. So when are you coming back to the den?”

“Um…ya know. Soon…I guess.”

Zach watched his least favorite Pack member, the one who broke his baby sister’s heart, head out on his Harley. Zach didn’t like most people, but there were very few he actively hated.

“I could kill him, ya know. If you want me to.”

“Don’t give him the satisfaction.”

“Well, you’re going to have to come home sometime. You’re going to be an aunt in a few more months.”

“How are you doing with that anyway?”

“He would be better off breeding with the right hand of Satan.”

His sister laughed, “Damn, Zach. Tell me how you really feel.”

“You’ll see…when you come home.”

“If you’re ordering me home…”

“I wouldn’t do that. I know you need time. Take it. But at some point, you’re going to have to face him.” Zach pushed himself off the bike he leaned against, heading toward the house. “And when you do, I’ll be here for you.”

“Thanks, big brother. That means a lot to me.”

“Good…and you’ll get rid of the hillbillies, right?”

“You may be on your own with that one.”