It’s hard enough to keep my attention on the street and not the sexy little vixen seated beside me. My cock twitches in my trousers.
While I want Karina desperately, I don’t know what will happen after we graze the front entrance.
Will she grow cold and distant? She hasn’t asked me about Etta and her pregnancy. She inevitably will, and I have no reason to lie to her.
“It was a nice night, even with all the unnecessary drama,” I say, glancing at her briefly.
“Your ex-girlfriend is something else.” Karina sighs and untangles her hand from mine. “Is it true the baby she’s pregnant with might be yours?”
“Mine or half a dozen other guys she slept with,” I say. “I’m not the only one that climbed into her bed.”
“You don’t know without a doubt that she slept with other men.”
I do. Etta had another man in the shower with her when I came over unannounced. “She fucked at least one guy in the shower when I showed up. And given the time and how far along she is, it could just as easily be his baby.”
Karina presses her lips together. “Are you going to insist on a paternity test?”
“If it’s my child, then yes, I’d like to be a part of his or her life. But being tied to Etta for the rest of my life, it’s a lot to deal with,” I say.
Karina exhales a heavy sigh. “When were you planning on telling me about this? I should be part of the decision.”
“Why?”
“I’m your wife! It’s not something that you should be keeping from me. If there’s going to be a second kid around, I ought to know about it.”
I glance at Karina.
She’s biting her bottom lip, tugging it between her teeth. Her breathing is louder, more anxious.
“What’s wrong?”
“Dorian threatened my son and me, I’m not sure it’ll ever be over. Especially if Etta is carrying your child.” Karina runs a hand through her hair. Her breathing increases again, each breath louder and more pronounced.
Is she having a panic attack or bad anxiety? I’ve never witnessed anyone hyperventilate, even in all my interrogations, but Karina is struggling to breathe.
I rest a hand on her thigh and pull over, flipping the hazard lights on.
“Just breathe,” I coax, encouraging her to take slower breaths and calm herself down. My hands rest on her thighs, gently rubbing back and forth in soothing motions to help her settle.
Eventually, her breathing returns to a much more normal pace.
“I understand you’re scared,” I say. I don’t want to minimize what she’s going through. “But I swear on my life that I will do everything to protect our son and you.”
Several seconds of silence fall over the vehicle. I return my attention back to the road and pull out into traffic.
Her breathing is calmer, more peaceful. “I know you will. I trust you,” she whispers.
A few days ago, I wouldn’t have known if she meant it, but right now, I do. I trust her, too.
Karina’s voice is soft, calm. “What are we going to do about him?”
“Who?” I ask.
“Dorian. The man who threatened your son’s life. You can’t just wait for him to come after us.”
She’s right. More than I’d like to admit. “You’re okay with what that means?” I ask, glancing at her out of the corner of my eye.
“I’m not happy about it, but I don’t want him coming after Ashton,” Karina says. She presses her lips tight, her brow furrowed.