Page 42 of Savage

“I have a son?” his head snapped up.

Smiling, I simply said. “Yes.”

Reaper nodded as he wiped his eyes and stood. Handing him the bundle in my arms, I ensured he had his son's head protected and his arms secured before I stepped back and grinned.

“Wow,” Reaper sniffed. “He’s heavy.”

“Yes, he is. He weighed in at twelve pounds nine ounces. He is also twenty-three inches long.”

“I have a son,” he whispered, in awe as he looked at his son.

And just like that the room erupted in cheers, hoots and hollers.

Savage came over to me and before I could stop him, he bent me backwards and laid a panty dropping kiss on me. Desire fueled my addled brain as I forgot about everything else but his lips on mine.