Marked By The Devil (Devil's Riders 5)

“We named him John.”

Devlin smiled at her, putting his arm around her and beaming.

“After my brother.”

“He’s perfect,” I murmured to Kaylie when it was my turn to lean over.

She smiled happily.

“I know.”

Later, when we were at home alone and curled up in bed, Callaway told me how badly he’d always wanted a family of his own. Like me, he’d grown up without parents. It wasn’t that he didn’t love Bonnie. He did, and he knew he was lucky to have her. But he wanted what everyone else had.

Every television show, every movie, everywhere you looked, there were two parents and a kid or two. He whispered to me that he wanted more than two. I laughed and told him to slow his roll.

He attacked me, rolling me to my back. He caught my hands in his, holding them above my head.

“Slow my roll?”

“Yes.”

I wiggled, trying to get away from his hot lips where they pressed against my neck. He just laughed, giving me tiny little kisses that tickled. He breathed into my ear, and I squealed, my whole body breaking out in goosebumps.

That’s when I felt it.

Callaway was hard again.

“Cal!”

“What?”

“But we just . . .”

He grinned at me.

“Like I said, I want it all.” He leaned down to kiss me. “And I want it all the time.”

He released my hands, and I slid them around his neck as he started making love to me.

“You’re lucky then.”

He didn’t lift his head as he worked his way down my body, kissing as he went. Finally, he looked up, playing idly with my nipple.

“Why’s that?”

“Because I want it all too.”

He grinned and gave me a little love bite.

“I love you, soon-to-be Mrs. Molly Callaway.”

“I love you too.”

Six months later

Callaway

“There’s no reason to wait. We should do it now. Today.”

I waved the marriage license in the air. Molly was in college and so busy with school and Tommy, even though I helped a lot with her kid brother. And for the past few days, I’d had a strong feeling she wasn’t telling me something. I had a feeling I knew what it was.

Her cute little pajamas had given her away. She usually wore these little camisoles and short sets to sleep. They drove me absolutely crazy. They were so close to naked, but far too covered up.

And usually, the tops hung loosely over the waistband of the shorts.

But not lately.

Lately, they were riding up. Her normally flat tummy had started to stick out. Just a little bit.

To tell the truth, it was sexy as hell. So were her swelling breasts. I was almost a hundred percent sure she was pregnant . . . or hitting the donut shop near her college really, really hard.

Either way, I liked it a lot.

I had been sitting on the feeling for almost a week now, waiting for her to tell me. I wanted to get married first. I’d been waiting six months for her to think it was the “right time” and this was it.

Our baby was not being born out of wedlock, dammit! Not that I cared about that shit. Not for anyone else. But for my little girl or boy?

Fuck no. Things were not going down like that.

“Are you serious?”

Molly had her hair in a bun with a pencil sticking through it. She was wearing floral sweatpants and a tank top that clung to her curves.

Her juicier-than-ever, brand-spanking-new curves.

She must think I was an idiot.

“Yes, I’m serious. It’s time.”

“But we can’t just get married. We have to plan it.”

“Yes, we can. I already called Preacher from the Untouchables. He’s happy to do a fly-by wedding. Gives him a chance to ride fast and look at pretty girls, the bastard.”

She giggled, then she sobered. “You really are serious.”

“Yes. I am.”

“Why now? I thought we were going to plan everything.”

I sat beside her in the window seat and pulled her into my lap.

“It’s okay if you’re scared. We’re going to do this together.”

I put my hand on her belly so she knew what I was talking about.

“Do what? The wedding?”

I stared at her. She wasn’t being cute. She just . . .

Holy hell. She doesn’t know.

I cleared my throat. I didn’t want to freak her out. I’d better ease into it, let her come to the right conclusion.

“How are you feeling lately, sweetheart? Any different?”

“I have been pretty tired lately, I guess. And hungrier than usual.”

“And what about these gorgeous melons?”

She giggled as I fondled her breasts. Then she swatted me away when I gave her a gentle squeeze.

“Ow!”

“Sore?”

“Ugh, yes!”

“What about nausea? Have you been feeling sick?”

She looked at me and blinked.

“Did you hear me?”

“Hear what?”

“Hear me puking? I tried to be quiet. I guess I ate something bad and—”

“Shh. Sweetheart, I don’t think it was something you ate.”

She stared at me.

“Then what?”

I stared right back, my eyes telling her that it was something else entirely. I rubbed her tummy again. She looked down and then back up at me.