I dig my fingers into his shirt, feeling the hard muscles underneath my touch.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs.
“For what?”
“For being such an animal right now. I should’ve taken it easy on you.”
I tilt my head, kissing his cheek, and then tighten my arms around his broad back. “There’s nothing to apologize about. It was…fine.”
“Fine?” he teases. “I should up my game.”
“More than fine. It was perfect.”
“You’re a masochist, aren’t you, Princess?”
“Only with you, Kyle.”
He pushes back, his intense gaze shining with unhidden possessiveness. “Only with me.”
“Mmm.” I smile. “Now, can we go home? I would love a shower. I can also wear that red nightgown.”
“You’re killing me, Princess.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Doctor first.”
He pulls out, cleans me with tissues, and then takes care of himself before he drives to the hospital. Why did I think he would forget about it after the sex?
Wishful thinking.
We sit down in one of the examination rooms, waiting for the test results. Kyle’s words were, and I quote, “Check all of her.” The nurse smiled, and I had to apologize for his overbearing nature.
“I’m going to be fine.” I sigh, throwing my head back on the hospital bed. The pillow feels soft to the touch. After the nurse drew blood, she told me to rest and not attempt to stand up too soon.
“Then we will just confirm it.” Kyle smiles in that infuriating way from his sitting position on the bed beside me.
“We’re wasting time here when we could be doing other stuff.”
His gaze gleams. “Other stuff like what?”
“You know.”
“No, I’m afraid I don’t. How about you enlighten me?”
“Do you want me to say it?”
“Fuck yeah, baby.”
My cheeks heat at the way he calls me that.
“So what type of stuff?” he asks when I don’t say anything.
“Husband and wife stuff.”
“Husband and wife stuff, huh? You’re surprisingly very horny tonight. Not that I mind.”
“Shut up,” I tell him, even though it’s definitely true. I don’t know why I feel like I want to jump him and let him fuck me all night long.
Part of it is because of the rush of life that invaded me after the whole shitstorm today, but the other part is something else I can’t put my finger on.
Kyle cups my jaw before his fingers slide to my throat and he closes his hand around it. The position has become so familiar that my heart leaps whenever he does it. It’s not helping my libido, though, because my body associates this gesture with sex, and he obviously won’t do it while we’re waiting for the test results.
“Once I make sure you’re all good, I’m going to fuck you until tomorrow, Princess.”
“Until tomorrow?” I whisper.
“It’ll be rough, too just how you like it.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely, so don’t beg me to slow down or stop.”
“I won’t tonight.”
“Mmm. Does that mean I get to do whatever I like?”
I nod once, biting my lower lip.
The door opens and I pull back against the pillow, but Kyle doesn’t release me.
“Let me go,” I murmur as the doctor approaches us.
Kyle tightens his hold around my throat for a second before he does as he’s told. My face must be all red as the doctor stands beside us. He appears to be in his fifties with some white strands in his ginger hair.
If he noticed the scene, he doesn’t comment on it, just busies himself with the papers in his hand. “The tests came back normal. There were traces of propofol in your system, but thankfully, it’s not a dangerous amount that could harm the baby.” His gaze slides to Kyle. “There are a few bruises on your stomach that aren’t critical either, but if you’d like to talk to someone, please let me know.”
My mouth hangs open as one word he said stays in my mind. “Wait—go back. Did you just mention a baby?”
The doctor’s gaze doesn’t change as he flips between the papers. “Yes. You’re pregnant.”
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Pregnant.
I think the doctor just said I’m pregnant.
“I can’t be pregnant,” I blurt. “I’m on the pill.”
The doctor double-checks the papers in his hand. “You are, miss.”
“There must be a mistake.”
“No. Your blood tests came back with a considerable amount of hCG, which is the pregnancy hormone.”
I stare at his face, my mouth falling open. “Then…then…how can I get pregnant if I’m on the pill?”
“If you missed a day or so, it could happen.”
“I never have.” Because the brute Kyle keeps coming inside me all the time and is so vehemently against wearing a fucking condom, I take them religiously.
My gaze slowly slides to his. He’s grown quiet, his face expressionless. What is that supposed to mean? Is he also shocked?
I’m going to put a baby in you.
My eyes widen as his words from before slam back into me.
No, he didn’t.
He…wouldn’t.
“Is this the first time you’re finding out about the pregnancy? If so, you should see an OB-GYN,” the doctor continues. “It needs to be done as soon as possible.”