Jacked (Trent Brothers #1)(171)

My friends didn’t know. None of them knew of the horrid crime I’d once been accused of. If they did, I was sure they wouldn’t be so willing to hand over their newborns.

“Erin.” Sarah smiled, encouraging me. “Take him for a second. I want to sit up.”

She left me no choice. I swallowed hard and fought the rising panic.

Okay, I can do this.

Oh my God. What if I break him?

Stop shaking before you drop him.

Okay, I can do this.

Holy shit.

I tucked him close to my chest, cradling him as best I could in my arms. The little bundle was warm and cozy and so fragile—a tiny human in a cotton cocoon. Little button nose. Such tiny little pink lips.

Oh, he yawned! How cute!

His face scrunched and puckered.

No, No. Don’t cry. You’re safe. I got you.

His cheek was feathery soft.

“Hey little one,” I crooned, gently patting him to keep him soothed. “Happy birthday. It’s nice to meet you.” I didn’t even realize it at first, but I found myself swaying from foot to foot, a rocking motion that seemed so natural.

Could I do this?

I never thought I’d regain those maternal instincts, but here they were, coming out without me even trying. A strange tingle rolled all throughout my body, easing the worry.

Could I really do this one day? Be holding my child like this? Adam’s child—a son or daughter that he and I created together? A tiny human with the same soft cheeks and perfect eyelashes?

His tiny mouth formed into an “O” and then he scrunched up again, poking the little tip of his tongue out.

Amazing.

There was a small knock and then the answering smile of my badass police officer, clad head to toe in his badass black uniform. His strides ate up the distance separating us.

Adam beamed at me with such awe, I felt electrically charged and giddy. It was hard to hide my excitement—Sarah had created life and I wasn’t afraid. That alone was mind-blowing.

He graced me with a cherished kiss and a grin filled with wonderment. “Who’s this little guy?”

I loved Adam’s soft, sweet voice—overflowing with pure tenderness. I felt my heart clench. Would I ever stop falling in love with this man?

“Meet Aiden.”

“Hey, Aiden. Welcome to the world, little man,” Adam whispered. I knew exactly what Sarah was thinking without her saying a word. Her broad smile said it all, duplicating my thoughts exactly.

Maybe motherhood wasn’t so bad after all?

I exhaled and let the fear, anxiety, apprehension, and paranoia I’d held tightly within for years flow out.





ADAM AND I barely made it into the kitchen before stripping each other out of our clothing.

He showed me a new way to utilize the dining room table, making a meal out of me. Fingers, tongue, his expert touch. I unraveled.

I straddled him on the dining room chair while he rocked his hips up into me. His mouth on mine, sharing each breath, scoring my cheeks with his stubble. His strong hands held me, lifted me, branding my heart forever with his fingerprints.

My back hit the cold wood, feeling him drive into me with purpose. This was lust and carnal desire mixed with the feeling only invoked by merging with the other half of your soul.

His thumb circled vigorously, rending all the air from my lungs when my second orgasm hit.

“That’s it,” he whispered out. “Come for me. Fuck, baby.”

The cool air brushed my back when my body bowed into the sensation. Adam shifted my thigh and slammed up into me, groaning as came. My legs were like jelly, feeling the last stutters of him pressing inside me.

“That was incredible,” he panted, resting his face on my chest.

I succumbed to the after-orgasm happy giggles and the powerful aftershocks that quaked through my muscles.

Adam scraped his stubbly chin between my breasts, playing with me. “I think we should break in all the furniture this way. Sound good?” He pressed his hips again. Another shudder rippled across me.

I wiped a lock of hair off his damp brow. He made me laugh. “Is it too early to worry about serving Thanksgiving dinner on this table?”

Adam chuckled, making those adorable dimples appear. “No, it is not. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me, Doc.”

“I love you.” My smile was so wide, my face started to ache.

“Just remember who said it first.” He kissed my bare chest and then moved up to recapture my mouth. “Thanks for helping me celebrate.”

“Celebrate?” I clutched his neck. “You got them?”

“Yep.” He grinned proudly. He pushed his hips up into me one last time and then slowly withdrew, leaving me feeling sticky and chilled from the loss of his warmth.

“Mancuso, his brother, the crew that hit your dad’s dealership—all of them.”

“All of them?”

“All of them. The name that Scott gave up to us? Switch? He was shocked as hell to see us at five a.m., I tell you that.”

“I bet.” Elated didn’t seem like an accurate description to define how I felt. “I’m so proud of you!”

He hid his face on my chest, smiling while I ran my fingers through his hair. His shy grin rolled up to greet me. “I’m proud of you, too.”