The Hollow (Preacher Brothers 4)

Over the last several years, so much had changed, and it had all been for the best. I’d never in my wildest dreams imagined any of us would be where we were today. All four of us had the loves of our lives, had married the women who made us stronger, and created families with them.

Dom and Amelia just had their second baby, a little boy who looked so much like Dom he was a mirror image of the eldest Preacher brother.

Cullen and Kimber only had the one kid, a little girl who looked like his wife but had Cullen’s personality. She was a handful, but I knew Cullen fucking loved that when Dahlia got older she’d cut off any asshole’s balls who disrespected her or anyone she loved.

Then there was my twin, Wilder, and his wife, Zoey. They had three little ones, two boys and a girl. To say they ran circles around Wilder was an understatement, but I saw the happiness and pure joy on my brother’s face when he looked at those kids.

And then there was me, and when I spotted Nadja coming out of the kitchen, a bowl of fresh-cut fruit in her hand, I felt my heart skip a beat at just the sight of her. I didn’t stop myself from standing and walking over to her. She was slightly bent over the table, adjusting the dishes for dinner, and I didn’t even try to hide my pleasure at seeing her in that position, her round, perfect ass right there for the taking.

Of course I was mindful of my brothers and the kids around, but I also took note all of them were otherwise preoccupied and not looking in our direction.

I pressed my body against hers and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her back flush with my front so she let out a surprised gasp, and then she rested against me. I leaned down and brushed her hair out of the way to place my lips on the side of her throat, giving her a kiss. I felt her pulse jump. I couldn’t help but feel pleasure at the fact that my woman was so receptive to my touches.

I slid my hands over her hips and along her rounded belly. She was four months pregnant, but already showing significantly because she was pregnant with twins. A baby boy and a little girl. They were our first, and although I would’ve loved to have her pregnant with my babies right off the bat, I wanted to give her experiences that she’d missed out on when she’d been taken from me.

So after we’d gotten married, we traveled. I’d taken her all over the world, hell, even all over the United States. We experienced so many firsts together. We went to foreign and exotic places. We’d taken a road trip across the country.

We just spent as much time as we could together.

And it had been fucking incredible, and not just because we explored the world and made so many memories, but because I had my girl by my side the entire time.

That was the greatest gift of all for me—well, up until we found out she was pregnant. Then it all changed again for the better.

“How are you feeling today, baby?” I murmured those words against the side of her neck, and she sighed in contentment.

“Well, knock on wood, no nausea so far. So maybe I’ll actually get to enjoy the almost burnt burgers that are being grilled.”

I chuckled softly. “Good, because I hate when you’re not feeling well.”

She turned her head toward me, and we stared into each other’s eyes. I didn’t stop myself from kissing her.

“You better stop that, or we’ll make a scene.”

I snorted. “Let there be a scene. Like none of those other assholes have subjected us to their PDA.”

She laughed softly and placed her hands over mine, which still rested on her rounded belly.

I was insanely protective of Nadja on any given day, but now that she was pregnant with my babies… I was a fucking caveman. If anyone even looked in her direction, I became some kind of fierce guard dog.

Well, even more so than I normally was.