Iron Cross: The Dartmouth Cobras #6 by Bianca Sommerland

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    Luk e glanced over at Sebastian Ramos, his own…boyfriend? Master? Fuck the labels. He chewed on half his bottom lip, wondering if Seb would be pissed about him kissing Tyler. Probably not—hard to tell with Seb being so quiet. Luke couldn’t remember if he’d mentioned the kiss in all his drunken rambling. He did know Seb hadn’t told him to “Be silent.”
    Seemed wrong. The car started moving and Luke braced himself as Seb let out a heavy sigh. This was it. Seb was gonna give him shit or lay out what his punishment would be. Not something painful—he knew Luke would like that a bit too much. He’d get creative. Orgasm denial or something equally nasty.
    Wasn’t a long drive home, but Luke was still shocked when they pulled into the driveway. Didn’t move after Seb parked the car. Turned it off. Got out.
    Nothing? Luke scrambled out of the car and up to the house as Seb disappeared inside. He said nothing.
    “Seb?” Luke took off his jacket and hung it up between Seb’s and— whose coat was that? He shook his head, kicking off his boots and following Seb into the kitchen. The scent of bacon and beef almost shifted his attention, but he kept his eyes on Sebastian’s stiff back. The snug black shirt showed each and every hard muscle, unmoving steel locked in displeasure. And he still wasn’t talking. “Can you say something?”
    “Goodnight, Luke.” Seb rolled his shoulders, then went over to the stove where Jami was flipping a few burger patties. His tone was soft as he kissed her cheek. “Don’t stay up too late, mi cielo .”
    “I won’t.” Jami watched Seb leave the kitchen, then turned to Luke. He expected her to be all bitchy because he’d upset their Master, but there was some understanding in her eyes. She held her hand out, drawing him close and resting her head on his shoulder. “I made you a burger—might keep you from getting hungover if you don’t already feel sick?”
    “I’m all right. Just one though … You eating too?” He frowned at the third burger. There was no throwing out food here. Wouldn’t be wasting if he fed it to his dog—he hadn’t spoiled Bear with people food in a while.
    Jami nodded as she put the patties, bacon, and buns together on three plates. “Yeah, I’m starving ! Becky left something for me and Casey, but I was so busy with Amia I didn’t get to sit down long enough to eat!” She laughed and got that dreamy look in her eyes that had been there a lot lately. “I think Daddy and Silver are having me watch her to scare me out of wanting my own baby, but it’s so not working. Now I know I can do it.”
    “Yeah, you can, boo.” Grabbing a butter knife from the drawer, Luke slathered some mayonnaise on the inside of his bun, then squirted some barbeque sauce on the pile of bacon. He added a slice of cheese, flattened the whole thing, then took a big bite. After he finished moaning at the mouthful of heaven, he cleared his throat. “When we’re all ready though, ’kay? I’m having a good time just being a godfather and an uncle and doing all the fun stuff. I saw how hard it was for Landon to get used to leaving his baby to go on the road.”
    “You don’t have Landon’s issues.” Jami licked some ketchup off her finger as she fixed up her own burger. The third one was still sitting on the plate. If it was for Seb, it was gonna get cold. Jami kept talking before he could point that out. “Anyway, you’ll have to get used to having a baby around.”
    “How come? Are you pregnant? Fucking waste of condoms if you are—kinda like the idea of not needing them anymore though, and…wow. Just wow.” Luke grinned as he took another bite. He and Seb were being careful because they were still at the planning and discussing things stage, but if it happened, then it was meant to be. He reached out to touch Jami’s belly through her pale blue nightshirt, a strange warmth spreading through him. Didn’t matter who’d put the baby in her,