Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“You’re back,” she said, smiling.
The way her eyes lit up when she saw me made my chest feel like it was gonna explode. Jesus, was there anything she did that I wasn’t obsessed with?
“Meeting was short,” I told her.
“Are you hurting?” she asked, concern shadowing her face.
Yeah, it hurt like a son of a bitch, but I wasn’t telling her that.
“No, sweets. Can’t feel a thing.”
She didn’t look convinced. “You need to rest. Sit down. I’ll get you something to drink, and you can watch TV.”
Damn, she was cute.
I let my gaze travel down her body slowly. “I’ll sit if you come straddle me. Naked.”
She shivered and held on to the towel tightly. “We just … had sex twice,” she replied, but I could tell she wasn’t against it.
“And you’re naked in a towel with all those pretty curls wet and hanging down your back.”
“Shouldn’t we talk?” she asked softly.
My eyes shot back up to her face. “Talk?”
She nodded, those big eyes of hers looking at me nervously.
I took a step in her direction. Damn crutch made everything hard. “What do you want to talk about, sweets?”
She shrugged, and it was real hard not to drop my gaze back to her tits. They were at least a size bigger.
“The … baby.”
I nodded. “Okay. Yeah, if you want to.”
I watched as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, then let it go.
“Do you not want to?”
I wanted to do whatever the hell would put a smile back on her face. And possibly get her to either sit on my face or dick. Her choice. But clearly, she was worried about things, and I needed to reassure her.
I nodded toward the sofa. “Let’s talk,” I said. “But as much as this pains me to say, you need to put some clothes on. I won’t be able to focus on much else if you’re sitting there in a towel.”
A small laugh escaped her, and it was like a fucking shot of heroin to my system. I loved that sound. I wanted to hear it all the time. She stepped into the closet to get dressed. Her modesty was cute. I’d seen every inch of her body, but she still couldn’t get dressed in front of me. I didn’t say anything to her about it because if she dropped that towel for me, I couldn’t promise I wouldn’t bend her over and pound that tight cunt again. Talk be damned.
I walked over to the sofa and dropped the crutch before sitting down, then propped up my injured leg. I rested my head against the wall and trained my eyes on the door of the closet. When Rumor walked back out, she was dressed in a pair of black shorts and a white tank top that was cropped enough so that when she lifted her arms any, the smooth, tanned skin of her still-flat stomach showed. I narrowed my eyes, not sure I was okay with her leaving the room like that. I didn’t want anyone seeing her stomach. That was mine.
“Why are you frowning?” she asked as she walked over to sit next to me.
“Shirt is too short,” I replied.
She looked down at it, then back at me. “Your aunt gave it to me.”
“Don’t care.”
Rumor tilted her head to the side and smiled at me. I was pretty sure she could get away with anything when she smiled like that.
“King.”
“Sweets,” I responded, reaching for her hand and threading my fingers through hers. “Talk. I’m listening.”
She took a deep breath, and that only made her tits bounce.
Fuck, concentrate. Not on her tits either.
“I didn’t mean to get pregnant. I was taking the shot. I didn’t lie to you to trap you,” she said.
“I never thought you did.”
Where was she going with this? I watched as she chewed her bottom lip so hard that I was about to save it before she hurt herself.
Thankfully, she let it go. “And you are okay with this? You don’t feel trapped?”
Trapped? What the fuck did she mean?
I shook my head.
Her dainty shoulders lifted and fell.
Was she frustrated? What had I said wrong?
“King,” she said, looking at me pointedly this time, “I want this baby. But that doesn’t mean I intend to lock you into anything. I know this is a for-now thing, until we are … done. But with a baby, sometimes, it can feel like you are trapped. I want you to be a part of her life, but I am not demanding it. Or anything of you.”
I couldn’t sit here and listen to any more of this. “Stop.”
Rumor closed her mouth, eyes wide as she looked at me.
I shifted so that I was facing her. “What the fuck are you trying to say? Because right now, it sounds like you’re trying to tell me I’m not required in your life or our child’s life. And I’m telling you right now, that shit ain’t gonna fly.”