Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
That can mean only one thing, and I know that my life is getting ready to turn upside down. That amazing night with Stephanie didn’t end so well.
I grip on to her hips more tightly, pick up the pace even more, and follow her over the edge with a roar of pleasure so intense it might be a religious experience.
Goddamn that was intense.
“Oh wow,” Stephanie huffs out as she tries to catch her breath.
“Fucking understatement of the year,” I rasp back to her, my throat parched from the effort I just put into that.
I ease my hold on her hips and pull slowly out of her wet heat, unable to contain the groan at the feel of her against me. My eyes are pinned on my very happy dick as it slides out, and I know it would not mind having another round with her before the evening is up.
But then I see it.
The condom split down the side of my shaft with my semen leaking out.
“Goddammit,” I growl as I slip free of her and watch more of my semen drip out.
Stephanie straightens up and turns toward me slowly, tucking her wild hair behind her ears. “What?”
My head lifts slowly and I grimace at her as I pull the condom off. “It broke.”
Yeah, that evening ended on a very awkward note. Neither one of us could blame the other, as we just had some amazing sex, so we ended up ranting about how shitty the condom was. There was the inevitable talk about STDs, but both of us were assured the other was clean based on past experience with condom usage and medical exams. There was also the talk about pregnancy, and I was not happy to learn that the condom was our only means of birth control that night. Stephanie said she could see a doctor the following day and get the morning-after pill, which gave me a level of comfort I’m guessing I shouldn’t have relied on based on the way she’s looking at me.
Stephanie stops in place and I continue to walk toward her. She watches me warily, and there is no doubt my mind that she is standing in this bar tonight looking only for me.
As soon as I reach her, she says, “Can we talk in private?”
“Yeah,” I croak.
I sure as fuck don’t want to talk and hear what she has to say, but there’s no way I can avoid it. She simply turns and pushes back through the crowd to the door, walking outside. I follow her like I’m being led to the gallows.
There’s a crowd hanging out front, so Stephanie continues to walk through the parking lot, stopping near a small silver economy car. She leans back against the hood, crosses her arms protectively over her chest, and says, “I’ve been trying to reach you for two days. I’ve left messages through the Cold Fury office for you to contact me.”
I shake my head at her. “I didn’t get your messages and I probably would never have, as they don’t pass that stuff along. There are too many nutty fans that try to reach us that way. You would’ve only been able to get to me through my agent.”
She nods in understanding, her voice crisp and efficient. “I knew that the team hung out here after victories. I took a chance that you might be here tonight.”
I notice she’s wearing a Cold Fury jersey. It’s small and fits her snugly, and she paired it with blue jeans and black high heel boots. She looks fucking amazing, but I really can’t even appreciate it right now.
“I’m pregnant,” she says in a voice so low I almost don’t hear it.
But I do. I was waiting for it. There can be no other reason why she was here.
It’s been exactly four weeks since the night we were together, and I have to be honest, I didn’t worry about whether or not she could be pregnant. I simply chose to ignore that possibility and instead focused my memories of our night together on the incredible orgasms we had. Besides, she took the morning-after pill, didn’t she?
“I thought you were going to go to the doctor—” I start to ask her.
She holds a hand up. “I did. The very next morning and got the prescription. But it’s not a hundred percent effective.”
Just fucking great. I mean…I knew it wasn’t 100 percent effective, but I refused to think that small percent ineffectiveness rate would bite me in the ass.
“When did you find out?” I ask as I jam my hands down into the pockets of my jeans.
She drops her arms away from her chest and mimics my action. “I didn’t get my period. So I took a home pregnancy test four days ago, which was the earliest a pregnancy would’ve registered. I was able to get to my doctor day before yesterday for a blood test and he confirmed it.”