War of Hearts (Storm MC Reloaded 2)

I bring both hands to her face. “Your hormones are already crazy and I’m not going anywhere. I’m never going anywhere.”

She exhales a breath like she’s been holding it for a long time. “Thank God.” She pauses, hesitation filling her face. “I mean, even if I get naggy about the house being clean when she’s born? And even if I get needy when I feel like I’m failing at motherhood? I’ve seen Mum go through that. It’s a thing. You need to be ready for it. And what about if I suddenly need you to tell me you love me all the time? God, Fury, what are we doing having this baby? I don’t think I’m ready for her.”

“You are ready for her. And I’m ready for anything and everything that might happen in our future. I’ve been ready since the day you came home to Sydney. The moment I saw you in the clubhouse bar, I knew I’d make you mine and that I’d do whatever it takes for that to be a forever thing. It doesn’t matter if you get naggy, needy, or any-fucking-thing, I’ll love you through all of it.”

Her arms come around me and she kisses me. She does it with such urgency and fierce energy that it’s like our lips collide and smash together, but then that’s how she’s always been. And I’ve always been drawn to her spirit. Sometimes she’s gentle, sometimes funny, sometimes wild and free; I love it all. She’s laid herself open for me and some-fucking-how she’s made me do the same for her.

When she pulls her mouth from mine, breathless, she says, “Oh, I thought of another name we could add to our list!”

I smile. “Tell me.”

“Isla.”

“Isla Hayes,” I say, getting a feel for it.

Her smile fills her face. “I love it! Do you? Like, I think it’s the one!”

I move my hands to her ass. “It’s the one.”

She crushes my face in her hands and lays another kiss on my lips. “I love you! Oh, and also, Lynette is bringing Noah over at nine tomorrow morning.”

“You spoke with her?”

“Yeah, and we organised stuff all on our own. How’s that for some real grown-up shit?”

Jesus, is the world fucking with me today? I’m fucking suspicious when so much good shit happens in one day. Zara has tried like hell to get on with Lynette, but Lynette has been difficult. “I don’t know what the fuck you did, but I’m taking it.”

Her smile turns sexy. “Your woman has skills.”

“She fucking does.” I spread my hands out over her ass and press her to me, grinding my dick against her. “What’s a man gotta do to enjoy those skills?”

She puts her hand to my chest as if she’s trying to slow me down. “I have stuff for you to do first, remember?”

“Fuck those jobs,” I say as I scoop her into my arms. “The only thing I’m doing tonight is you.”

Her laughter as I carry her to our bedroom is the best damn sound in the world. I love all the sounds she makes, but it’s her laughter that hits me deep, and I’ll do anything for the rest of my life to make sure I keep hearing it.