“Let’s revisit that statement after you’ve had zero sleep for three months straight,” Tucker threw in, cracking a grin and pointing his Cohiba Tango’s way.
“So, you coming up to meet my little angel, or what?”
I coughed out a puff of smoke, thrown off by his unexpected invitation. Tango and I shared a hard stare, a silent communication.
We good?
Yeah. We’re good
All’s forgiven?
Forgiven. Forgotten. Moving on.
I nodded. “Can I finish my fancy smoke first?”
We finished our smokes. We congratulated Pretty Boy again, with manly hugs and grunts. I followed the guys back to the room.
Surrounded by sighing women, and the biggest bunch of badass, pussy-whipped motherfuckers you could imagine, I held that red-faced, bald, tiny little human. Mim crawled up into my lap, staring at that beautiful little girl, and a lump stuck in my throat.
And fuck. I wanted that to be my life.
I caught Moriah’s gaze. Her crooked smile, a knowing glint in her eye, like she imagined that I was holding our baby. My chest swelled, everything in me tightening. I nudged Mim off my lap. Carried the baby to her mama.
“Congratulations, Blondie.” I dropped a kiss on Slade’s forehead. “She’s beautiful like her mom.”
“You leaving already?” Her blue eyes were sleepy, but so damn content.
“Can I tell you a secret?”
She nodded.
I leaned closer and whispered, “I’m taking my ladies home, putting Mim to bed early. Then I’m making it my life’s mission to put one of these little nuggets in Moriah.”
Blondie laughed, hooked her free arm around my neck and planted a lingering kiss on my cheek. “I love you, Dane Reynolds.”
Jesus Fucking Christ, that woman. I choked out, “Love you too, Blondie.”
She slapped my shoulder, and whispered, “Now go, before you make me cry.”
I gathered my girls. We said our goodbyes.
After a trip to the park, a quick dinner at the Truck Stop, and a ride with Mim on the dirt trails behind the mansion, I tucked my little angel into bed, stripped my soon-to-be-wife naked, then made a show of disposing of her birth control pills, dropping them one by one into the toilet.
“Dane,” she purred. “What are you doing?”
“It’s time.”
“Time for what?”
“To add to our team of Titans.”
Arms crossed, Moriah leaned against the doorframe, one bare foot resting on the other. “I could have a hundred babies with you.”
“That’s a lot of bikes.” I dropped her pill box into the trash can.
Her sweet smile made my head spin. “What if the next one wants to be a ballerina?”
“Then I’ll build a dance studio.” I ditched my shirt.
Her gaze dropped to my bare torso, then back up. “What about a fireman?”
“Then I’ll build that little rugrat a pimped-out firetruck.”
Moriah grabbed my belt and worked the buckle loose. “Dane.”
“Yeah, gorgeous?”
“Shut up and eff me already, will ya?”
I roughed a hand over her chest, then cupped her tit before rolling her pink bud between my fingers. “Oh, I’m gonna eff you ’til you’re begging for effin’ mercy.”
“I love you, Dane Reynolds.”
Good God. My life. The fucking bomb.
“Love you, gorgeous.”
And I spent every day loving the eff outta my woman.
And we made a team.
A team of effin’ Titans.
The End
Mom. My biggest fan. My hug giver. My prayer partner. My favorite crybaby. Thank you for instilling in me the love of writing. And thank you for almost fifty years of relentless encouragement.
SexyBoyfriend. You’ll never read this, but I’m saying it anyway. You’ve been beyond patient with me and my writing career, and that means the world to me. Someday, I will buy that Porsche I promised you all those years ago.
My babies. I love you. You’re the reason I get out of bed every morning.
Elaine York. Thank you for always finding time to fit me into your busy schedule. I hope we can meet face to face someday because I have a big hug waiting for you.
Those of you who stuck with me to then end of this series, from the bottom of my heart, thank you! I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that people are reading my stories, let alone falling in love with the characters.
And as always, thank you Jesus!
TRUCK STOP SERIES
Truck Stop Tango
Truck Stop Tryst
Truck Stop Tempest
Truck Stop Titan
How To Kill Your Boss
APOTHEOSIS SERIES
Aflame
Aglow
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