Fuck Bradley. He didn’t matter, and if he hadn’t said anything to them there, he wouldn’t say anything anywhere because he was a fucking coward. So, fuck him. Why was she even worried about him when she had a man who was looking at her the way Jensen was at that moment? No one had ever looked at her like he was. No one had ever stood up for her the way Jensen always did. No one had ever told her they loved her like Jensen did, continually, over and over again.

As she listened to the lyrics to the song she had heard a ton of times, the words meant way more than she realized. Jensen’s head fell to hers, his nose along hers as his lips whispered the words, taking away every single breath she had in her body. She clung to him, and his hands slid down her back onto her ass. Her heart pounded in her chest, shaking her to her core as his eyes never left hers. He wasn’t singing, because that wasn’t Jensen. He did not sing, but he was speaking the words, and she hadn’t known how much that could rattle her. How the simple movement of his lips to hers, speaking the words ever so softly, could make her want to wrap her arms around him and never let go. How she wanted to scream those three words at him and never stop screaming them.

What was happening to her?

As the tears started to well up in her eyes, Jensen’s lips curved. “Great song.”

She nodded, a lone tear rolling down her cheek. “It is.”

“Written just for us.”

Her face broke into a grin, her tears stalling in her eyes from grinning so hard. “Says every couple in the world.”

“Well, forget them. It’s true for us.” Closing his eyes, he pressed his lips to hers as she fell into the kiss. She molded her body with his as she held on, never wanting to leave that moment for the rest of her existence.

They were solid.

Her and Jensen.

There was no other option.

Just the two of them.

And the baby.

Gunner.

Their baby.

“I love you,” she whispered, and his eyes widened, gazing into hers.

“Shut up,” he said, and her face broke as laughter escaped her lips.

“Wow! See if I say that ever again!”

Laughing, he slid his hands under her ass, lifting her off the ground, and for the first time, she towered over him. There wasn’t an ounce of fear in her because Jensen had her. He always had her. “Say it again. Right now.”

Her face flushed, but she knew deep down in her soul the words were true. “I love you, Jensen Cade Monroe.”

His eyes fell shut as the most beautiful grin came across his lips. “Again.”

She laughed as she bent down as far as she could, pressing her lips to his. As he kissed her, he slowly put her down, carefully, before wrapping his arms around her neck like he always did. Like she loved, and when he pulled back, he pressed his nose into hers as she whispered, “I love you.”

She knew he probably couldn’t hear her, but that didn’t stop him from saying, “I love you more.”

Elation filled her soul, but just as quickly as it came, it vanished, that nagging fear scratching at her happiness. Because she was pretty sure she had lied to Jensen, to her brother, and to Vaughn.

And she wasn’t sure what to do about that.

“You amaze me.”

Between kisses, Wren held on to Jensen’s neck as he carried her into the hotel room he had booked for them. “I thought we’d go home.”

“Nope. In that dress, I needed somewhere where I could make you scream all night long,” he gasped, his kisses sloppy as he slammed the door behind them.

Breathless, she whispered, “You even packed a bag for me?”

“I did. I brought that black stuff for your eyes.”

Her heart sang. “And my lotions?”

“Yup, and even the cocoa butter for your belly.”

“My hero.”

Throwing the bags on the ground, he moved his other hand to join its mate on her ass before he carried her across the room to what she assumed was the bed. But when he placed her down, she saw it was the bench in front of the bed.

“That fucking dress is going to be the death of me,” he said, his words tight and strained. Feeling sexy, Wren stretched her legs out before slowly crossing them as he threw off his jacket and started unbuttoning his shirt.

“This one?” she asked, parting the slit even more so he could see between her legs.

“Is that the lace thong I bought you?”

Her eyes sparkled with lust. “It is.”

He groaned, pushing his shirt off his shoulders and letting it fall behind him. His chest was thick and wide, and she wanted to lick him all over, he looked so damn delectable. “And I’m not wearing a bra.”

His eyes drifted closed as he squeezed his cock through his slacks. “Yeah, hard as a rock.”

“That was my goal,” she teased as he came for her, his shoulders pushing her legs up as his mouth met hers in a zealous embrace. He was squishing her, but she didn’t care. She only wanted to kiss him. But when he pulled back, his brows drawn together, he asked, “You okay?”

“I mean, it’s tight but hot, so please continue.”

But he didn’t, dropping instead to his knees, which removed the pressure, before he let her legs fall over his shoulders. He reached up her dress, pulling down her thong before pushing her skirt up to her waist. He met her gaze for a second, and she leaned back against the bed, a grin on her lips as he exhaled hard, his eyes so full of love. When he dropped his mouth to her, she arched into him, crying out as he found her clit, torturing to it. He didn’t let up; he loved her pussy like it was the only purpose in his life. She was convinced she could feel his mouth everywhere, her body going completely taut as he destroyed her. When he slid his fingers into her, slowly fucking her as his mouth kept at it, licking around her clit and then along her lips, she came off the bench, crying out his name as her body shook.

She couldn’t handle it.

Everything was intensified; at least, that’s how it felt. Her heart was beating ridiculously fast in her chest, her pussy was clenching around his fingers, and she felt nothing but heat all over her body. When she came undone, she knew she had never cried out so loud in her life. His name fell from her lips as she came down from her beautiful little orgasm cloud before he slowly kissed her thighs, her pussy, and then up her belly.

Gasping for breath, she said, “Good plan on bringing me here if that’s a bit of the preview of the night.” He scoffed against her chest as his tongue moved along her breasts. She could hear him undoing his pants, the belt falling before she felt him enter her with one thrust. “Fudging hell,” she gasped, and he smiled against her lips.