Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 71625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
I don’t know what made me say it. Maybe it was the hormones that were coursing through my body thanks to what he’d done to me—putting his baby inside of me. Whatever, I didn’t care. But I said it.
“Die then,” I said with a shrug and started to get back into the car.
He caught me up around the middle before I could so much as drop a single inch.
“Now, that was rude,” he chided, nipping me on the ear.
I giggled and turned in his arms, placing one chaste kiss on his lips.
“I can’t believe you did this to me,” I paused. “Again. I never wanted to be pregnant again. Cody and Conleigh were hell on my body. I can’t even imagine what this one is going to do to me.”
He grinned unrepentantly. “I don’t know what you want me to say. I can’t help that I have feelings for you.”
I sighed. “I have feelings for you, too.”
He winked, then patted the roof of my SUV. “Drive safe. Text me when you get home. And don’t eat all the leftovers like you did yesterday.”
I shrugged. “If it’s in the fridge, it’s fair game.”
He shook his head. “If you say so, woman. If you say so.”
“Oh,” I teased. “I say so.”
***
Seven hours later, I was in a food coma and laying on my back naked in bed.
Steel was just coming out of the shower, and he was staring at me like he’d never seen me before.
“Is that seriously a Subway sandwich?” he asked.
I shrugged. “What if it is?”
“I’d say that you don’t need to be eating sandwiches in the bed that we share because I’m not very fond of crumbs.” He dropped the towel.
My eyes zeroed in on his cock, and I licked my lips, suddenly hungry for something else. Something that I couldn’t eat, but I sure could taste.
I patted the bed beside me. “Come lay down and let me rub your back.”
Because back rubs always turned into other things, and he damn well knew it.
He bent over and picked up the towel, laying it on the end of the bed, before walking over to the edge and flopping down.
I bounced slightly and then rolled, moving until I was straddling his hips.
“I probably shouldn’t have eaten the sandwich,” I admitted. “But I’ll work off those calories.”
“You’re gonna go running tomorrow?” he asked.
I shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not. I’m not really sure yet. The doctor said as long as I was running before, I could safely continue to run. But you heard that.”
“I did,” he confirmed.
Steel had gone with me to the OB/GYN appointment.
But, that had only been because we were both scared.
I’d been experiencing lethargy, muscle aches, and headaches that were sending me to bed for hours and hours on end. I thought I was having a setback due to the stroke, and we’d both been worried.
After seeing multiple other doctors, and having them say I was perfectly healthy, it was suggested to go see my OB/GYN by Krisney.
Krisney who’d said that her husband had said that I sounded like I was pregnant when she explained my symptoms.
Thinking I was forever going to be a mom of two and was perfectly safe from pregnancy thanks to my IUD, I’d written off the idea.
However, the more that I thought about it, the more sense it made.
Steel coming with me had been more of a hand-holding type of thing than my actually needing him there. Yes, I was more than capable of going to my own doctor appointments, but I needed him there for moral support. Just in case something happened like the doctor telling me I was pregnant.
Which, turns out, I was.
I’d left there the day before thinking that I was one crazy mother fucker for doing this a third time with a man more than twenty years older than me, but I couldn’t find fault in something that was made from the love that Steel and I shared.
“Babe?”
I started moving my hands again and got to work on the hard knot that I felt just above his left shoulder.
“I was thinking,” I said softly. “If this baby is a girl, we could name her Liddie.”
He hummed. “And if it’s a boy?”
I smiled, remembering last night’s story about his deceased best friend. His name had been Stone, and he’d been the president of the MC before Steel. He’d also been a fellow cop, as well as the chief of police. Both jobs that Steel now possessed.
He’d told me how Stone had been shot by a gang banger. He also told me, even before last night, that he missed his best friend.
Something that I saw every once in a while when his gaze would go distant and a faint smile would cross over his face.
“I was thinking that if it’s a boy, we can name him Stone.”