Page 104 of Filthy Liar

Like a presentation.

I feel completely out of my element, and I have no idea what I’m doing here, but I’m going to show him what I have and hope that his reaction is a positive one. I can’t imagine it won’t be. The girls are right—he would marry me tomorrow if I asked.

“What’s this?” Humble asks.

“Open it.” My voice is shaky.

I shift from foot to foot, unable to sit down or stand still as he reaches for the box. Slowly, he lifts the lid, his eyes scanning the cupcakes before he brings his attention back to meet mine. Then they flick down to the cupcakes again and he reads them out loud.

“You’re getting a new riding buddy… Congrats, Daddy…”

His eyes flick up to meet mine again before he speaks. My whole body is trembling right now, almost as if I’m standing in a walk-in freezer. Goose bumps break out over my skin as I wait for his reaction.

“Are you telling me…” His words trail off.

“I’m pregnant, Humble.”

He stands and turns his back to me. I stare at him, unsure if he’s pissed off or upset. But then he spins around to face me. His feet move, charging toward me, and then he wraps his arms around me.

My breath hitches right before his mouth slams down against mine—hard. On a gasp, my lips part, and he slips his tongue inside of me, tasting me. Consuming me like only he can. Then he breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against mine.

I hold my breath, unsure of what he’s going to say.

But when he speaks, my breath comes out in a whoosh. “We’re gettin’ married immediately.”

I flick my gaze up to meet his, and my eyes search his for a moment. “Are you asking me?”

He snorts. “Baby, I’m telling you,” he growls.

My heart slams against my chest with excited anticipation. “Does this mean you’re happy about the baby?” I ask.

His smile is huge. It reaches his eyes, and it’s so damn beautiful that my breath is stolen from my lungs.

“This is the happiest moment of my entire fucking life, Dillion. I love you so goddamn much. You’re the woman I chose to spend the rest of my life with and the woman I want to carry my babies. I couldn’t be fucking happier right now.”

His mouth touches mine. His tongue slips inside of me, and he tastes me again. This time, he doesn’t break the kiss until we’re both naked and my ass is perched on the edge of the dining room table. He buries himself inside of me, lifting his mouth from mine to look into my eyes.

“Happiest fucking man in the goddamn world, baby,” he rasps. “I love you so fucking much.”