Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“Okay, fair point, but the last time we spent the night together, I got pregnant.”
“And we did a lot of very fun, very unspeakable things to each other.”
“Yes, yes we did.”
I’m rock hard now, my cock pulsing between my legs. I’m tempted to reach down and give it a stroke.
“You’re really going to pretend like you didn’t want me to fuck you?”
“I definitely wanted you to.”
That gets a growl from deep in my throat. “Careful, baby. You admit something like that to me, and I’m liable to follow through on it.”
“But, unlike you, I’m fully aware that sleeping together is a complication our already-complicated relationship can’t afford.”
“Sounds like a convoluted excuse.”
“Whatever, I’m just telling you. We’re not having sex tonight, okay?”
“And that sounds like a challenge.”
She laughs and my blood’s boiling for her. “How did you get a challenge from an outright denial?”
“You brought up sex. That means you’re thinking about it.”
“You called me out of nowhere for no reason at all. You’re thinking about me too.”
“You’re right. I am thinking about you.” She’s silent and I wonder if she’s surprised that I’m admitting it. “I don’t have to fuck you tonight, baby. I don’t have to fuck you tomorrow, either. But if we’re going to live together, I don’t see why we should deny ourselves a little pleasure.”
“I’m sure you don’t,” she murmurs, and she sounds like she’s smiling. “Do you need anything else? I have to finish getting ready.”
“That’s all from me. I hope you have a lovely shift.”
“If you end up getting yourself off while fantasizing about me today, please don’t tell me about it, okay? Talk to you later.”
And with that obscene line, she hangs up.
Leaving me stunned and rock hard, a huge grin on my face. Where the fuck did that come from? But I know where—she was thinking about it too. She was thinking about it all night, just like I was.
Which means she can play like she’s not interested, like sleeping together again will be a complication, but it’s the sort of complication she wants.
Chapter 14
Molly
I wipe my mouth and flush. My back hurts from kneeling in front of the toilet. I keep thinking the morning sickness will go away, but it hasn’t. I’m not spending my entire day yacking anymore, which is an improvement at least, but I still can’t seem to keep much down for very long.
“You ever think about taking time off?” Marsha asks, meeting me in the hall outside of the bathroom.
“Sure, when I win the lottery, it’ll be great.”
“I mean it. You have time off, right?”
“You’ll pay my bills for me, right?”
She sighs and leans her head back against the wall. “I hear you, girl, I just hate seeing you like this.”
“I know,” I say, leaning up next to her. “I don’t know why I do this to myself.” But I’m not talking about the puking anymore. My head’s back at the house, back in that bed, with Saul lying next to me.
Shirtless, gorgeous Saul, with his muscular chest and defined arms. With little nipples that beg to be bitten. With broad shoulders that beg to be gripped.
“It’s not your fault. Just part of the joys of being a woman.”
“I assume it gets easier, right?”
Marsha snorts, which isn’t a great sign. She’s got two kids that she loves like crazy, but that doesn’t stop her from complaining about them all the time. “It gets a different kind of hard. Then once you find yourself getting used to that kind of hard, it changes again. Welcome to parenthood.”
I sigh and close my eyes. I haven’t told her that I moved in with Saul yet, but she knows he’s the father and that we’re getting married.
“Better get back to it,” I murmur when I spot Cathy staring at us like she’s ready to call the cops.
Marsha flips her off and she only sneers and storms off. I shake my head and go back to work, trying to stay focused, but it’s hard. Every time there’s a lull, I find myself fantasizing about Saul again, caught between wanting to hump his brains out and terrified of letting him into my world.
Everything is fragile. The bulwark I’ve built around Jason is like an eggshell. It keeps him safe, keeps him from having too many seizures, gives him a chance to have a normal life—but it can break at any time. And then there’s Nana with her bad hips. She’d be back at work killing herself if it weren’t for me forcing her to stay home. I’ve been right on the edge of losing everything for so long now that it’s like my default mindset.
Except Saul’s here now, and I don’t know what to make of that.
I get a text halfway through my shift. Can’t come home tonight. Family emergency. I’ll send a car to pick you up.