The Rocker Who Shatters Me (The Rocker 9)

“Yes,” Natalie whispered so softly that I nearly missed it.

“Yes?” I echoed. “Did you say yes?”

She nodded her head. A small, broken laugh escaped her and her face lit up with the brightest smile I’d ever seen on a crying chick. “Y-yes. I love you so damn much. Of course I want to marry you, Dev.”

A mixture of relief and elation washed through me. I felt happy tears burn my own eyes and I buried my face into her stomach again before she could see them. She’s said yes. Thank fuck.

“I’m not going to be like Wroth and say let’s get married today. But… soon, okay?” I stood so that I could kiss her. “Okay?” I repeated, lifting my lips.

“As soon as this tour is over, we can get married,” she promised. Her hands dived into my hair and pulled my head back down for another kiss.

After only a few seconds, I knew that kisses weren’t going to be enough. I pulled back, grabbed her hand and headed toward our bus. “You need to get us our own bus, baby,” I told her as I pulled her past a few of the roadies who were drinking beer and eating plates piled high with amazing-smelling food. If I hadn’t been so hungry for her, I might have stopped to grab a plate for the two of us. But I needed to be inside of her. Now.

The rollercoaster of emotions she’d taken me on today—fuck, in the last two hours—had left my body pulsing with a need that I’d only ever felt with her. Now that I had her promise to marry me, knew that she loved me, a bomb going off wouldn’t have stopped me from making love to her right at that moment.

“Okay,” she said and laughed behind me as she practically ran to keep up with my large steps. “Whatever you want.”

Our bus was just a few yards away when I heard someone calling out Natalie’s name. I didn’t stop as I glanced around to see who wanted her attention. When I saw Harris and Lucy hurrying toward us, I nearly groaned. No way could I go into that bus and start making Natalie scream with ecstasy with those two right outside. I was going to kill that boy later, but for the moment I stopped to see what he wanted.

When he reached us, my son’s eyes went straight to Natalie’s face. When he saw the tear stains on her cheeks, he turned an accusing glare on me. “I thought you two had everything worked out?”

“We did,” I bit out, trying to calm the need burning through my body and not punch my kid in the face for stopping me from celebrating with Natalie the only way I really wanted to celebrate: with her screaming my name as I pounded into her tight little pussy.

Natalie pulled her hand from mine and grinned at my son. “Your dad just asked me to marry him,” she told Harris and I was thankful that she had omitted anything else that had just happened between us. I really didn’t want to announce to the world yet that I had knocked my future wife up. Especially not when her brothers were so close by and could start swinging fists if they didn’t like the idea of me impregnating their little sister.

“Really?” Harris demanded in a voice that hadn’t been so high since he’d hit puberty. He hugged Natalie hard before hugging me. Fresh tears burned my eyes. Damn, the kid hadn’t hugged me in years. Not like this. If I’d known that asking Natalie would have made him this happy I would have done it long before now.

I met Natalie’s gaze over the top of Harris’s head. She grinned up at me happily. My heart clenched at the sight of her so happy. Damn, I loved that chick.

“Congrats Dad,” he said in a voice raspy with emotion. “I’m happy for you and Nat.” He pounded me on the back twice before stepping back. “I was hoping that you two would get married.”

Yeah, I could see that in his overly bright eyes.

Lucy hugged Natalie. “That’s great. I’m so happy for you guys.”

“Who’s happy for who?” I heard a deep voice ask and groaned when I saw Jesse walking over with Layla’s hand in his own. Fuck, now I knew we weren’t going anywhere near our bed anytime soon.

“Nat and Mr. Cutter are getting married, Daddy.” Lucy beamed up at her father.

Jesse’s crazy changing eyes widened for a moment before he was sticking his free hand out. “Congrats, man.”

Layla kissed Natalie’s cheek. “Congrats, Devlin,” she said once she’d pulled back and stood on tiptoe to kiss my cheek.

Within the blink of an eye, everyone was surrounding us again. Drake and Shane came over, followed by Nik and Emmie. The Demons all shook my hand and then my bandmates were pounding me on the back in congratulations. Before I knew it, we were being pulled into the party.

We didn’t get to celebrate the way I really wanted until several agonizing hours later…

Natalie

The morning of July thirteenth I woke up a bundle of nerves. It was going to be a good day, I promised myself. No matter what happened, it was going to be a good day. I was going to make Phoenix, Arizona my bitch. That thought had a small smile tilting at my lips.

Devlin groaned in his sleep and rolled over. One long arm reached out, searching for me. When his hand found my breast, he groaned again and pulled me against him, his face buried in my neck without even opening his eyes, his nose nuzzling against my ear. “Morning, baby.”

I snuggled closer. “Morning.”

“Feeling okay?” he asked, his hand massaging my breast. My nipple beaded instantly, my panties growing wet even as I felt his cock hardening against my thigh. “Headache back?”

“Nope. I haven’t had too many for a few days now.” Not since I’d told him that I was pregnant, actually. Linc told me he thought it was because my blood pressure wasn’t through the roof now. I figured he was right.

After talking to my mother the day after Devlin had asked me to marry him, I’d subtly asked her if she’d had blood pressure issues when she was pregnant. Her answer had only confirmed Linc’s suspicions. She’s had high blood pressure throughout both her pregnancies, had even had to be put on bed rest with Jenna because of it.

Finding that out only made my need to see Dr. Rashid today even more urgent.

The fact that we hadn’t told my brothers or anyone else for that matter that I was pregnant, however, made me not want to get out of bed. Linc only knew about my condition because the man was my best friend and too fucking observant. I wouldn’t have told him before telling Devlin, but Linc had noticed the changes in me and followed me to the doctor when I’d gone in after missing my period. He’d been waiting for me in the waiting room when I’d come out with a prescription for prenatal vitamins.