Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
He chuckles. “Okay, smartass. As much detail as you want, then.”
“I drove to the store, called Chrissy… Uh, Logan, Chrissy knows about us, too.”
I say this before I can chicken out. When he hung up last night, I never dreamed he’d rush here to be with me. I never dreamed he’d… what, follow me? He must have done just that, followed me to the party. Should I feel violated? I don’t.
“I don’t care if the whole world knows about you and me,” he says.
Light flutters through me. So maybe that means I’m not just another quick lay, another fan, another notch in his belt. He said he wasn’t a playboy, but then I think about… “But not Dad,” I reply.
“He’s going to find out. You’re going to grow soon.”
I swallow. “I can’t even think about how he’ll react, especially after how you two left things. Or would it be better if you were still friends?”
“We are friends,” Logan growls. “Just because I handled this thing like a jackass doesn’t mean we’re not friends. It’s just… complicated.”
“Yeah, that’s an understatement.”
“He shouldn’t have told you anything about my childhood,” Logan goes on, voice cold. “But… yeah, I consider him a friend. As odd as it may sound, he’s my best friend. The closest one I’ve ever had.”
It’s also odd that we’re sitting like this, me in the front seat, Logan behind, in complete darkness. I want to feel his body, his security. I want to feel arms wrapped around me so that I never have to question if he will be there for me, for us, the baby, but he’s right. We’ll have to tell Dad eventually.
“Has Dad ever told you about his sister?” I ask.
“He didn’t have to. It happened while we lived in the same village—that poor girl. She thought that teacher loved her. She really believed it, and when he got arrested, she walked into the ice. The kids used to say she haunted the area. That was why Michel and his family moved. Yes, I remember her.”
“He said she used to get this look in her eye,” I say, a chilly feeling creeping over me as I think of the aunt I never met. “Haunted, distant, and…”
“And I get that same look,” Logan says. “Is that it?”
“Yeah,” I whisper. “You have it now.”
“It’s too dark for you to say that.”
I look in the rearview. He’s wrong. His eyes glint, sharp, alert. “Whatever happened, it’s okay—”
“We’re not speaking about this,” he cuts in.
I bite down and almost push the issue. It’s clear something is eating him up. Maybe he’s spent too many years trying to lock it away. He doesn’t have to hide it from me, whatever it is. I’ll always be here for him. But how can I tell him that without pushing way too hard?
“So you and Chrissy went to the store…”
He wants me to get back to the pregnancy story. “I bought several tests. Did them all. The next day, I went to the doctor to be sure. There’s no doubt about it. I’m pregnant.”
“We’re going to have a baby.”
Finally, he touches me. His hand moves from the back of the car over my shoulder. When he squeezes, warmth seeps down my arm, through my body, pushing away any other concerns. I reach up, press down on his hands, then pull away when I remember the cuts on his knuckles.
“It doesn’t hurt,” he says. “Nothing is as painful as it should be when I’m with you.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Logan
I squeeze her shoulder lightly, feeling heat blaze through her shirt like the fire on the balcony. The fight at the frat house has pumped me up. I could stay awake for days with my woman—holding, kissing, and letting her know how wanted she is.
I can feel the pregnancy signals emanating from her. It’s a scent, too. It’s tempting every piece of me. I lean forward, moving my hand from her shoulder to her breasts. It’s a savage thing for me to do, but the road is quiet. We’re in the dark. My body is throbbing, and my instincts are determined. I groan and start massaging when I feel her curviness through her shirt.
“Luh-Logan,” she whispers.
“I’ve thought about you every single day since I walked out on you,” I groan, slipping my hand under her shirt and bra. I find her nipple and touch it softly. It will get more sensitive further into her pregnancy, won’t it? She’s going to cream for me as I suck her nipple. “Every second.”
She moans softly, drawing me back to that night, but these moans are even sexier. These are the moans of my pregnant woman.
“W-whoa,” she whimpers.
“What?” I say, stopping my fingers for a moment.
“My nipples feel crazy.”
I laugh softly. “In a good way?”
“Yeah, just be gentle.”
It turns out I was wrong about it happening further into the pregnancy. Hell, what do I know? Just like on the balcony, I forget about the rest of the world. Instead, I focus on my woman’s moans and her nipple between my fingers. I’m so gentle, but I start moving quicker.