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giggled.
     
    His hands grasped the meat of my breasts and his five o’clock shadow tickled my neck as his lips pressed hot kisses into my skin.
     
    “God, I’ve missed you,” he sighed. A sexy growl rasped underneath his tone.
     
    “Me too,” I whispered. “I hate being apart.”
     
    His hands worked to unfasten my jeans and he tugged them down with a fierce, animalistic hunger. He climbed up and unbuckled his belt, revealing his massive hardness, which was fully loaded and ready to go. He positioned himself between my legs and inserted the tip slowly before hungrily jamming his cock inside me.
     
    I cried out and he covered my mouth in an effort to stifle the loudness. “Shh. Don’t wake up Tuck.”
     
    He plunged himself deep inside me, slipping a finger into my mouth, which I sucked and toyed with. His blue eyes never left mine while we made love. My fingers dug into the thick skin of his muscled back when all of a sudden I screamed out in pain.
     
    “What? What?” Ash asked. His eyes were wide with concern as he pulled himself out of me.
     
    Deep and merciless cramps filled my lower abdomen, and it seemed to have come from nowhere. I still hadn’t told him I was pregnant. “I don’t feel well.”
     
    “You don’t feel well?” he asked, confused. His eyes studied mine for the truth. “We were just…you seemed fine a minute ago…”
     
    “Can we do this another time?” I asked, trying to hide the tears that were welling in my eyes. The idea of yet another miscarriage filled my mind. This would be the third one, and it never got any easier.
     
    I stood up and began to put my clothes back on, hiding my face from Ash all the while. I could feel his eyes on me, studying me, trying to read between the lines. And maybe he knew, but he knew not to talk to me about it until I was ready.
     
    “Let me fix you a sandwich,” I said, trying to put a shred of normalcy back into the moment. I trudged off to the kitchen to try to clear my mind and make my man a bite to eat. As I whipped out the bread and meat, I spun around to grab a knife from the drawer and saw Ash standing in the doorway with his arms folded, watching me. “I’m fine, Ash.”
     
    He walked in and took a seat at the island while I plated his food. “You know you can talk to me.”
     
    He knew. He had to know. He knew me too well to not know.
     
    “So what’s the latest?” I asked, trying to change the subject. “Where are we at with all of this? When do we get to leave and go back home.”
     
    Ash sat up and cleared his throat, a look of seriousness spreading across his face. “Well, we’re working to counter the hit that was put on you and Tuck. We have to send a message to the Cottonmouths.”
     
    “So there was a hit,” I said. I knew it was assumed, but I never knew it was a for sure thing.
     
    Ash swallowed a lump in his throat and looked down at his plate. “Yeah.”
     
    “Great,” I said, not trying to hide the sarcastic tone in my voice.
     
    “I promise you, Marina, you and Tuck will be fine,” he said. He still hadn’t even touched his sandwich. “This is why you guys are here. You’re safer here than anywhere else.”
     
    “Who’s house is this anyway?” I asked. “I feel like I’m in the dark all the time.”
     
    “It belongs to the uncle of another club member. He’s been trying to sell it for years, but no one wants it because it’s in the middle of nowhere,” Ash said. “People don’t even know it exists.”
     
    “That’s both terrifying and comforting at the same time,” I huffed. “What’s with all the safety and security equipment?”
     
    “The uncle was a very paranoid man from what I hear,” Ash said. “I don’t know all the details, but the club is basically paying the uncle to let you and Tuck stay here.”
     
    It didn’t surprise me. My dad would do anything for his family, and desperate times called for desperate measures. Only it felt like his information