In the Crease (Assassins Book 11) Read online

  He wanted to give her the world.

  “Really?” she asked, her eyes locking with his as she stopped, which stopped him.

  Unsure of himself, he nodded. “Yeah.”

  “Jensen, wow this is out of the blue.”

  “I’ve been thinking about it a lot since our conversation, and I want to go back, really look into it.”

  “Are you sure this is what you want? You aren’t doing this because of what I asked?”

  “No, I want this. Because if one day you look at me and tell me you want another kid, I want to be able to give you one.”

  “So, it is for me. I would never ask you do something you aren’t comfortable with.”

  “I understand that, and yeah, it is for you. But it’s for me too, Wren. So, um, will you go?”

  She didn’t move, her eyes searching his as his heart went nuts in his chest. Her lips curved up in a smile as she stepped into his arms, her eyes sparkling with the possibility of their future as her chin dug into his chest. “Of course, I will.”

  He exhaled hard, moving her stray hair out of her face. “It freaks me out.”

  “Don’t let it, because I’ll be there with you.”

  His grin matched hers as he pressed his nose into hers. “Which is all I need.”

  “I know, I’m pretty stinking amazing,” she said, kissing his chin.

  “You are,” he agreed, and then he smiled as he touched his lips to hers. When he pulled back, he remembered that she’d had something to ask too. “What did you have to say?”

  “Oh, I forgot. It wasn’t important, I guess.” Waving him off, she pressed her lips together as she shook her head. But from the look in her eyes, he could see she was holding something back. “Really, it was nothing.” She tried once more before threading her fingers through his hair. “All I care about is our future.”

  “Me too.”

  “So stop stalling and kiss me.”

  She didn’t need to ask twice. He dropped his mouth to hers and fell into the kiss. Her arms wrapped around his waist as she met him with the same demand he felt deep in his soul.

  A soul that belonged to her.

  “Am I squishing you?”

  “No, I’m fine.”

  “Mom, this is awkward. My ass is squishing him.”

  “It’s not.”

  “Wren, he said it isn’t.”

  “He’s too nice to say so!”

  “I’ll say it. Your ass is huge,” Wells called to her from the bar, and Jensen glared. “I mean, you are a beautiful butterfly.”

  “I hate you,” she hollered at him as her mother laid another strip of plaster onto her belly and over their hands that were making a heart. As Brie laid one after Elaine, Jensen smiled, leaning his head into the back of hers. She didn’t want to do this, she wanted to go to bed, but he had convinced to do it for Elaine. Her mom had been so excited when she’d found the set to plaster Wren’s belly. And since he still felt bad about the argument the day he had gotten there, he was all about getting Wren to do something she hated. When she groaned loudly, he chuckled against her neck as his son moved inside of her. “Are we done yet? Even Gunner hates this, he’s hungry.”

  “Jesus, Wren! We just got started. Someone feed her, please,” Elaine called back to Vaughn, Wells, and Alex, who were sitting at the bar.

  “I’m not. I saw her tits, and it freaked me out,” Vaughn said, shaking his head.

  “Right? Like big, sand-dollar titties. Is that normal with pregnancy?” Wells asked, and Jensen decided he didn’t need Wells to call off the wedding because he was going to kill him.

  “Mom! I told you I should have worn a bra!”

  “I didn’t want lines on the plaster,” her mother yelled back, and Jensen just laughed.

  “Yeah, I would have gone with lines instead of seeing those big ole titties,” Vaughn teased.

  “I swear, if I wouldn’t have to start over with this, I’d kill you both!” Wren yelled at them.

  “But seriously, are your nipples supposed to be that big?” her brother asked, sputtering with laughter. Before she could answer, Jensen set him with a look. “I’m not too good with boobs, but in porn, they’re always so much smaller.”

  “Wells!”

  “Sorry, Mom, but really. Big titties on that girl.”

  “Watch it,” Jensen warned.

  Silence fell upon all them, and he realized he might have yelled that.

  “Yes, sir,” Wells said, saluting to him as Vaughn shook his head.

  “I don’t know why you mess with her. Jenny will kill you. He’ll kill anyone for Wrenny-boooooo,” Vaughn sang, and Wren rolled her eyes. “He luvvvvvvsss herrrrrr.”

  “Yup, that whip is in full force between those two,” Wells teased.

  “So? I’m proud to love my wife and make her happy. I see nothing wrong with that.”

  “You gave up hot chicken for her. That’s whipped!”

  “He did not,” Wren asserted.

  “Yes, he did!”

  “I didn’t. I just didn’t eat it around her because it made her sick,” Jensen answered matter-of-factly, and Wren looked back at him the best she could.

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, you always got queasy when I brought it home, so I stopped.”

  As a grin spread over her lips, Vaughn and Wells yelled, “Whipped!”

  Winston scoffed from the doorway. “Like the whip isn’t in full force with you two. That boy right there tells you to jump, you do, Wells. And Vaughn, all this gorgeous girl has to do is give you a look, and you come running,” he threw back at them.

  “She’s really great in bed,” Vaughn laughed, and Brie’s eyes widened.

  “Vaughn!”

  “What? It’s true!”

  “Well, don’t tell your other parents that!”

  As Vaughn and Wells shared a look before giggling like children, Elaine took Jensen’s face in her hands, rubbing the plaster all over him, but he didn’t care. He was getting in the shower after this anyway. Hopefully with Wren, if he didn’t have to kill Wells and Vaughn first. “You are the best thing ever, Jensen Monroe, and I love you. So damn much.”

  Jensen grinned as Wren turned, kissing his cheek. “He is pretty great and not whipped at all because he doesn’t need to be whipped to love me.”

  “Ha! Please,” Wells called back, shaking his head. But Jensen wasn’t listening because beside Wells, Alex was turning red. When Alex leaned toward Wells, whispering something in his ear, Jensen watched as Wells rolled his eyes.

  “Babe, she doesn’t know you like she knows Jenny.”

  “It doesn’t matter, my parents love you.”

  Jensen looked to Elaine, but she was talking to Wren and Brie about placement while Winston was watching, giving his own directions. No one was paying attention to the hissy fit Alex was throwing.

  “They probably don’t want us to get married.”

  “That’s not true. They’re happy for us.”

  “Whatever, your dad hates this.”

  “I know, but he’s still coming.”

  “This is bullshit,” Alex decided, getting up and leaving the room, walking out the back door.

  When the door slammed, Elaine turned, her brows up in her hairline. “There is no slamming doors in my house—”

  “This isn’t a damn barn,” Wren, Jensen, Vaughn, and Wells all finished for her since they had been hearing that since the dawn of time.

  She just nodded. “Exactly.”

  “That was creepy,” Brie laughed, shaking her head while everyone else just shrugged. But Jensen was watching Wells, who slowly came off his chair.

  “Sorry, Mom.”

  “Was that Alex? What is his problem?”

  Wells just shook his head, and Vaughn, being the pain in the ass that he was, said, “He’s pissed because he thinks you don’t love him like you love Jenny.”

  Her face scrunched up as Wren asked, “Why does it matter? Plus, Mom helped raise Jensen.”