Wilting Violets (Sons of Templar MC – New Mexico #2) Read Online Anne Malcom

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Dark, MC Tags Authors: Series: Sons of Templar MC - New Mexico Series by Anne Malcom
Advertisement

Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 142818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
<<<<106116124125126127128136146>150
Advertisement



It was late.

Or very early.

Whatever it was, all that I cared about was that we were in our little cottage in the desert, in our bed.

Naked.

Elden had indeed fucked me like he’d just got out of prison, which technically was true.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Elden asked in a concerned tone while drawing circles on the swell of my stomach. “You were worked up. We need to get your blood pressure checked.”

I pursed my lips. “You didn’t seem too worried about my blood pressure or me getting worked up a few moments ago.”

My body vibrated with his chuckle.

“And also, I should be asking you if you’re okay,” I added, a lot less teasing in my tone. “Are you, okay? I can’t imagine what that brought up for you.” I fisted the blanket. “I will kill that fucking sheriff.”

Elden turned my face toward him. “Baby, please let the club deal with the fucking sheriff. I really don’t need my baby born incarcerated.”

“Not funny,” I sneered. “Plus, they’d never trace it back to me, not with Sariah’s help.”

“Neither you nor Sariah is getting involved,” he grumbled.

I wet my lips. Sariah was definitely already involved, but it was best not to tell him that.

“Seriously,” I changed the subject back to him. “Are you okay?”

“Baby, I’m fine,” he said firmly. “He was gonna put his hands on you. My pregnant woman.” His tone grew colder. “And I saw red, the same way I saw red that night.”

The night at the bar. I knew that’s what he was talking about.

“Figured I was gonna lose control like then. That I was gonna kill him,” he blew out a sharp exhale. “And even the fancy lawyer the club has wouldn’t be able to get me out of it.”

My blood chilled at the mere thought of it.

His hand fastened on my chin, his soft lips landing on mine. “Except I could hold it together. Because I held onto you. Our baby. I’m not leavin’ either of you, Violet.”

My body warmed at the vow.

“Promise?” I whispered.

“I promise.”

Though I didn’t sleep easily that night, I held onto that promise tightly, Elden’s arms around me, reminding me he was here. We were safe.

For the time being.

I assumed things with the sheriff were done because there weren’t more raids on the club. And Elden’s charges were also dropped. Because they were bullshit.

Sariah had gone back to school. She never said anything else about the sheriff, which meant her dating attempt hadn’t been successful. I was attending classes online while designing our house. Our fricking house. Of course, since I technically wasn’t a qualified architect, we were working with a firm that was somewhat impressed and had already offered me a junior position once I graduated. And had the baby.

The firm was well regarded. I liked them. I liked the prospect of working there. Everything was falling into place in a scary way.

Although I had yet to have a mental breakdown and fly back to Carver Springs again, I still had moments of complete fear over just how well everything was falling into place. I’d jerk awake in the middle of the night from some nightmare or another, and Elden would be there. His arms would be tight around me, he’d murmur something comforting, kiss me. His hand would be on my stomach. Then he’d make quiet, reverent love to me.

That’s what he did those days... Made love.

Not that it wasn’t amazing. It was totally fucking amazing. But he became more tentative as I got more pregnant. He was more careful with me. Tender.

It was an adjustment. I liked tender. Loved it. But I was also working him back toward grasping my hair, ripping my panties off and bending me over the sofa.

It was those thoughts, along with if I wanted to go with arches in our living room or if it would be more streamlined to have sharper edges, that were going through my mind as I crossed the parking lot and walked into the clubhouse.

The clubhouse was quiet. It made sense. Everyone was at Hansen and Macy’s for a pool party. I was supposed to be there, but I’d left brownies in the kitchen. Mom made them for the clubhouse. They were like crack to most people. To a pregnant woman, they were something else entirely. I’d had all the best intentions with this pregnancy. To eat only natural, whole foods. The processed crap Americans ate on a daily basis was full of crap that would kill us, give us diabetes, cancer and all sorts of other things.

I knew all of that.

But my baby did not. She wanted pork skins. Burgers and fries. Brownies. And as hard as I tried to fight her, she won. I told Elden it didn’t bode well for us, if our daughter was already winning fights in the womb. He’d smiled and kissed the side of my head.



<<<<106116124125126127128136146>150

Advertisement