Shit. He’s right. I sigh. I can’t get enough of him. I bite my bottom lip. We’ve now had unprotected sex seven times. When is my period due? I count the days. Next week. Could I be pregnant already? It would be a dream come true.
He flops on his back and stares at the ceiling. “Nicole is pregnant. She’s not telling anyone because the father is a real asshole.”
“Really?” I lean up on my elbow. I’d seen her on her way out and knew she was okay, hadn’t heard the diagnosis.
“Yeah.”
“How do you feel about that?” I run a hand over his forearm. It’s hard to believe the little girl I knew is now a grown woman who’s having a baby. Lord, where has the time gone?
“Pissed.”
“Pissed?” I cock an eyebrow.
“Not about the baby. But because the guy isn’t standing up and doing the right thing. He’s older and has his shit together. It makes me want to junk punch him.”
“It’s their business.” However, I’m not going to lie. Seeing how protective he is over his family makes me all gooey inside.
“Yeah. I guess.” He pulls me into his arms. “I want you to know I would have always been there for you if I’d known.”
“I know you would have.” Tears fill my eyes. Happy tears. Ones that are for the beautiful life we’re going to have. Not for anything in the past. That part of my life is over. “It might not be long.”
“What might not be?” he mumbles against my neck.
“A baby. We’ve had unprotected sex every time. And, it’s been my most fertile time.”
“Are you okay with that?” He pulls back and studies my face. His eyes are filled with worry.
“Yes, I want to have your baby. I can’t wait to get pregnant and start a family with you.”
The anxiety on his face instantly disappears, and he grins.
God, he’s so pretty. I want to curl up inside of him and live forever. Or, have him inside me. My heart skips a beat, and my sex convulses. “Son of a bitch.”
“What?” His brows knit together.
“I want to have sex with you again.”
“Oh, my mission to make you my sex slave has come true.” He lays me back against the pillows. “I’ll be gentle and take care of you.”
“What about you?”
He lifts his hand up and smirks. “That’s what hands are for.”
“Fuck.” My nipples tighten, and I roll my eyes. “That’s sexy too. You’re going to kill me.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Trey
The doorbell rings at Aaron and Leah’s house as I walk through the foyer on my way to the living room from the kitchen. Where in the hell are Aaron and Leah? Molly, Nicole’s dog, barks and jumps around my ankles. Damn, sassy little dog. Molly and Nicole just might be soul sisters.
“Trey, can you get it?” Aaron yells from the kitchen. “I’ve got pasta dough on my hands.”
“Sure, I’ll get it.”
When the door opens, Lucas, The Worthless, stands on the other side. What in the hell does he want? “We don’t need assholes here,” I grind out while cracking my knuckles.
Lucas straightens his shoulders. “I need to speak to Nicole.”