Free Never Ever: Book One Perdition MC by Isabel Wroth Page B

immediate frown
was disapproving, but he didn’t say anything. Just raised his brows
expectantly, and she huffed, “Leaving. Right.” Amusement crinkled around his
eyes, but she almost went nuts when she tasted the coffee on his mouth. “Jesus,
you taste like coffee I can’t have.” She whimpered, licking her way into his
mouth to suck on his tongue. “Shit, honey. I’ll drink coffee all day long if
you kiss me like that.”
    “Deal.”
     
    He didn’t come back until after closing time, coming in just
as she’d started to decide what she was hungry for. He shot her a token, “Hey
babe,” And hauled a bunch of bags towards the bedroom, “Uh, hi. Need help with
that?”
    “Nope.” He said firmly, while he went back out for a second
haul, and she wondered if she was going to have room for all his stuff.
Curious, she followed him into her room and the breath whooshed out of her when
she saw what he’d done. He was in the process of putting a dark blue pillow
case on a weird, huge pillow, a case that matched the ones on her bed, some
other baby stuff… “Roar, what is all this?” She asked softly, and he looked up
at her with a mouthful of the pillow. “Saw you shoving pillows all up under you
earlier to get comfortable. It’s a preggo pillow or
something. Lady at the store said it would help support you when you’re
sleeping.”
     
    She stood there just sort of… gobsmacked and watched him put the case on the big pillow. He gave it a final jerk to
settle it and then dropped it on the bed, looking at her expectantly, and she
just stared back at him, not sure what he was waiting for. “Oh,” She jolted and
crossed the room to give him that kiss he’d demanded of her, annoyed because
she liked the way he smiled down at her with his big hands on her butt. Smug.
He was smiling smugly. “You went and got baby stuff.” She stated, unable to
keep from curling her fingers into his cut, her thumbs rubbing at the familiar
smoothness of the leather. “Yeah.”
    “Why?”
    “I know shit about babies. You said I got till March, figure
by that time I ought to know a few things about babies.”
    Damn. She liked that too.   
    Turned out later that night, she discovered she really liked
the preggo pillow. It was the shit.
     
    Chapter Nine
     
    Two days later, she was standing at the edge of her new
planting field, where she intended to grow a huge berry patch. The storm that
had blown in and lasted for two days had been impressive, the rain had come down
so hard she’d worried half her nursery would have been washed away. But now,
she found a bunch of the starters she’d painstakingly planted, tossed around
because the boars had come in and rooted them up from the soft, wet ground. She
was pissed as she stood there, the toe of her boot nudging the sad, torn up
little roots, plotting some porcine murder when her cell rang. “Yeah?” She
answered, not having bothered to look at the caller ID, and Roar’s rough
morning voice filled her ear. “Where the fuck are you?” He growled angrily, and
she looked back at the house, “Out back, looking at my fucked up berry patch.
Boars got in and screwed it up, and the storm last night tore up half the damn
patch-“
    “Ever, it’s just past sun up. What the fuck are you even doing
awake? And why the fuck do you keep leaving the bed without waking me up?”
     
    She pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at it for a
minute, hearing him bellow her name demandingly. Hell, she could hear the echo
of it from the house a quarter mile away. “I’m awake because your son likes to
make me puke my guts up promptly at 5:45, every morning. I leave the bed in an
effort not to puke on you, you’re welcome, and I don’t wake you because who the
fuck wants an audience for that?”
    “You…” He made a tight, pissed off, growling sound and
followed up with a testy huff, “Wake me up if you’re leaving the house. Fuck
me, woman. Wake me up anyway. Where’s ‘out