UnCage me (Savage Beast MC Book 8), Hayley Faiman [good books to read for women txt] 📗

“Oh good, you can help me with breakfast,” Gisele announces.

Dylan squeezes the hand that he’s holding and I tilt my head to look up at him. “Gisele has been teaching me how to cook. I have no idea what I’m doing,” I say with a shrug.

His lips tip into a smile and he nods as he releases his hold on my hand. Wordlessly, I walk away from him, feeling his eyes on my ass the entire way. Coyote smiles at me as he pours a cup of coffee, then lifts the mug along with another and slips out of the kitchen.

Gisele teaches me how to make homemade biscuits, scrambled eggs, fry bacon, and cook sausage patties. These are probably things that everyone knows how to do by my age, but I had zero clue, none.

Now I know that I can cook a few things once our place is delivered and all set up. Gisele may have to hold my hand through ninety-nine percent of my cooking attempts, but I feel as though I can at least move around the kitchen a little thanks to her help.

We eat together, laughing, and I fully enjoy the easy company. I hope that Dylan will be okay with me hanging out with her regularly, because I think she needs me just as much as I need her and I know that I need her a hell of a lot.

“You gonna spill the shit, babe?”

Gisele’s face turns pink and I watch her for a moment, waiting to see what she has to say, apparently there is shit to spill. She looks down at her food, then lifts her eyes to meet mine and in a soft voice, she whispers.

“I’m pregnant.”

My reaction isn’t one that she’s expecting, mainly because I let out a squeal that could and does pierce everyone’s ears.

“We’re going to be pregnant together,” I cry.

The men chuckle, but Gisele’s eyes tear up and I watch as those tears fall down her cheeks. “We are,” she agrees.

Looking over to Coyote, I smile widely, then shift my gaze back to meet hers. “Our babies will be neighbors and BFFs.”

Gisele laughs as she wipes away her tears. “I’m really nervous about going to the doctor.”

“You ain’t goin’ nowhere,” Coyote grunts.

Looking over at him, my eyes widen. “What?” I whisper.

“Doc is going to send over a midwife and all that shit, take care of you here and birth the baby right fuckin’ here. You don’t have to step one fucking foot out of this house.”

I’ve suspected Gisele has a phobia of some kind about leaving. I’ve seen the other women come and go as they please, but she’s typically right here inside her home and only once or twice have I even seen her at the clubhouse. This just confirms everything for me.

“You wanna send her over our way when she’s done?” Dylan asks. I look over to him, my eyes wide. “Pammy doesn’t have any paperwork yet and she needs to be checked out. Can’t just take her in to a doctor,” he explains and he’s absolutely right.

I hadn’t thought of that, yet. I can’t go anywhere and I don’t even know how to drive even if I could.

“Can do, brother.”

We leave their house after the men have cleaned up breakfast, something that I didn’t think was even possible. Watching Dylan clean up, do dishes, and wipe down the table was hot as hell. I can’t wait to see him doing the same thing in our own space.

He takes my hand and we tell them goodbye as we walk out of their home and look off to the space where our home will be delivered in a few hours. Dylan tugs me close to him, cupping my cheeks in his palms.

“Next time I clean a table, it’ll be ours, then I’m going to fuck you on it.”

“Dylan,” I gasp.

He grins, looking down at me, his eyes sparkling. “Sunny, I saw the way you were watching me. You thought it was sexy, me cleanin’ up. Best believe I’ll be fucking you on every square inch of that new place. Can’t wait either. Got a beautiful life waiting for us to take it by the horns.”

“We do,” I agree on a sigh.

He dips his chin, his lips touching mine. “A perfect for us fuckin’ life, Pammy.”

“I can’t wait.”

“Good thing you don’t have to.”

Without another word, his lips crash against mine and he takes me, he owns me, he consumes me just as he was always meant to do. He’s mine as I’m his. This life is ours, it’s nothing close to perfect to anyone looking in, except for us, it’s nothing short of perfection.

Epilogue

TEN YEARS LATER

JAGUAR

I watch as she runs. It’s hard and fast, her hair wild in the breeze and a trail of other kids behind her. Self-proclaimed cousins and her own siblings. Smiling, I can’t help but watch them. Their carelessness, their complete happiness, they are what I have never been—completely free. They are this way, because I’ve never been that way, because their mother had never been that way either.

“Good god, I can’t do this again,” a voice groans.

I don’t even have to look behind me to know it’s my beautiful wife. “C’mon, sit on my lap, Sunny.”

She grumbles and walks over to me, plopping down on my thigh. I let out a grunt, and she looks over at me, her brows snapping together.

“Am I too heavy?” she asks.

My lips curve up into a smile as I wrap my arms around her. “Never, Pammy. You’re perfect.”

“You lie,” she hums.

Chuckling, I pull her a little closer to me, tilting my head back slightly before I touch my lips to her shoulder. “Fucking perfect, Sunny.”

“You keep getting me pregnant. I think I’ve been pregnant for ten straight years. I can’t remember the last time I put on real pants at this point.”

My shoulders shake and I wonder if she realizes that the reason she’s been pregnant for ten years