“We’re … the five of us are having a baby together, so you guys better get your shit together—and quick. I won’t tolerate bullshit.” I turn and storm past Crown, past Beast, using their collective shock to put some space between us before I start to question myself any further.
I head into the room at the end of the hall, the one that’s supposed to be Grainger’s, and then I sit on the bed with my elbows on my knees, my face in my hands.
Why did I say that? What am I even doing?
Grainger appears a moment later, stepping inside and slamming the door closed behind him. I don’t look up. I just sit there, and he moves over to sit beside me.
“We don’t have to have a baby if you don’t want,” he growls out, as if he thinks I don’t know that already. I look up to find him watching me with an inscrutable expression. And I need that. I need him to be scrutable.
“I’ve been thinking about that,” I reply, sitting up and leaning back on the bed. “But I don’t think it’s a bad idea. I’m here, right? I have a home. I have a husband.” Grainger shifts uncomfortably beside me, and I can see that he really doesn’t like that statement or whatever it is that he feels it implies. “I have you.”
“Me.” He snorts and shakes his head, looking over at me with narrowed eyes. “I warned you. I told you that if you got pregnant with my baby, I was never letting you go.”
“And I told you,” I growl back at him. “That I hate you saying that. It’s like you would let me go without a kid. It makes me not want to have a baby with you at all.”
“I know this baby is mine,” he tells me with all the confidence of the cocky. “It is. And I want it.”
“I’m not leaving Beast. Or Sin. Or Crown. Even if it is your baby. Anyway, that doesn’t change a fucking thing about any of this.” He smirks at me, but I can read the possessive surety in his face like it’s tattooed on. “What if it isn’t your kid, what then? I need you to answer that question.”
He looks over at me and we stare into each other’s eyes.
“It’s over, Gidge. I’m tired of running from this. You’re mine; you were always meant to be mine. I explained that to you.” He sighs like I’m an idiot and scoots up the bed so that he can lean into the pillows with an agonized groan, like this conversation has drained the life out of him.
This pregnancy thing is … I shouldn’t say unexpected because how stupid is that? Gee, I had unprotected sex, I wonder how I got knocked-up? But still, I wasn’t thinking when the club burst onto the scene and Grainger appeared like a ghost in the night.
How could I have ever imagined that I’d get from there to this?
Assuming, again, that the baby is Grainger’s. I started my pills again as soon as I got home, but there’s about a seven-day delay in effectiveness. The mystery is still up in the air.
“Is this a monumental fucking disaster for you?” Grainger asks, and while the words are something I might expect him to say, the tone is completely different. He’s posing a legitimate question, not trying to insult me.
“No,” I reply honestly, turning and crawling up the bed toward him. He looks down at me just in time to see me on all fours, and he curses with a viciousness that I didn’t expect. I pause beside him, sitting back on my calves and watching the way his gaze rakes over me with desperate hunger.
“It’s been too long, Gidge. I need it.”
“You almost died,” I repeat, and he stares at me like I’ve lost my fucking mind.
“What’s your point? That I deserve pussy now more than I ever did before? I swear to God if you don’t ride my dick right now, I’ll turn over and fuck this mattress so hard that I’ll tear all of my stitches out.”
“Don’t you dare threaten me,” I warn him, but still, I can’t get his words in the cathedral out of my mind. I missed you so much; I hate you so much. I could masturbate to those words alone and get myself off a thousand times on the darkness in his voice. The need. The sick desperation. He wanted me so bad that he couldn’t wait. That’s how much he wants me now. Maybe more.
“Threaten you? Sweetheart, that’s a promise.” Grainger reaches down to undo his pants, and I watch in fascination as his thick cock springs free, a bead of pearly pre-ejac resting on the tip like an invitation. I force my eyes back to his face as he fists his cock in his hand, stroking himself as he stares at me in challenge.
