**** Book 3/3 of the Bartending Trilogy ****
With a new life in the world to protect, will Hazel's men be able to protect both her and their new baby girl?
Protect them, or die trying.
+++ This is not a standalone book. It is part of a series that...
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I wake up with a start, panting as I sit up in the bed.
I try to shove off Atlas's leg which is draped over mine as he sleeps but he's immovable.
Big fucking lump.
He groans, opening his eyes and smiling sleepily at me as I glare down at him for trapping me.
Okay, big sexy Italian lump.
I soften as he pulls me down to him, wrapping his arm around my torso and forcing my back against his front.
I groan as his hand immediately finds my boobs under my shirt and wince as he squeezes it softly.
Sensing my discomfort, he lifts his head, suddenly alert.
"What's wrong?" he frowns, searching my face urgently.
I roll my eyes and push him off me, sitting up against the headboard again.
"My boobs are full, dickhead, and if you keep squeezing them then you'll milk me like a cow."
He chuckles, his voice deep and still laced with sleep.
I roll my eyes as he sits up next to me, pulling his phone from the bedside to type a message before wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
Reluctantly, I nestle against him, folding my arms to support my heavy breasts.
"Keep rolling your eyes and you'll add to the list of punishments you're getting when you're healed," he whispers in my ear. I curse my natural body reaction of squeezing my thighs together and hope he doesn't notice.
He does, chuckling to himself as the door to the bedroom opens.
I smile at the tiny baby in Theo's arms as he carries her in.
Atlas pulls a pillow from behind him and settles it on my lap in time for Theo to place Lottie in my arms.
I let out a yawn as I take off my shirt and attach her to my boob before resting my head back with closed eyes.
"Morning, little one," Theo whispers as he hovers over me, planting a soft, sensual kiss on my lips that has me opening my eyes for him.
"Morning," I smile at him before looking down at Lottie and brushing the golden specks of hair on her head.
"How you feeling?" he asks as he sits next to me on the bed.
"Atlas is in the dog house," I nod my head over to the man in question, who has Lottie's hand wrapped around his finger as he stares dotingly down at her.
