“I need to talk to you about something.” His lips had flattened into a thin line, and his brow arched down into a deep V. Holy shit. Something was definitely wrong.
She gripped her sheet, not wanting to display her shaking hands. “Okay…”
He passed her a glass of juice and met her gaze. “You’re pregnant.”
Um. Okay. She laughed. Anxiety laced his words. She laughed again, harder. She’d been worrying for this? All the knots of fear that formed in her stomach disappeared suddenly. “I’m sorry. I think I knew that already. I thought we established I’m carrying baby Spot.”
His brows rose. “Baby Spot?”
“I don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl and Jordan claimed baby Furball for her future children.” She shrugged, uncurling her hands from the fabric and letting out a breath. “Besides, I like calling you Spot.”
“Baby, you can call me whatever makes you happy.”
She liked him being accommodating. Next she’d ask him to strip and see if that got her anywhere. Talk about feeling frisky. The day’s old beard and messy hair looked fantastic on him. Like he was ready to roll back into bed with her. Those piercing eyes held her entranced.
“But about baby Spot...”
Right. The baby. Damn she’d gone off and started visualizing running her nails down Nate’s body. Those abs and curling her hand around his long, hard cock. “Yeah?”
He grinned. Shit. He probably smelled how turned on she was getting. But he looked good. And she really wanted to lick her way up and down his body until she’d tasted every inch of him. He shifted, and her gaze dropped to his arms. Strong arms. Arms that had held her legs tight in his hold while he licked her pussy. Oh no. Her mind had lost all train of thought. Now all she could think of was him. Between her legs. Bringing her back to bliss.
She took a swallow of her juice and continued to daydream.
“I think you should know it’s probably multiples.”
Yes, she’d love multiple orgasms. Wait. They’d been talking about baby Spot. Oh. Oh shit! Those words shocked her brain into full function. She almost choked on her juice.
He handed her a napkin to cough into. “Are you okay?”
“You couldn’t say that once I’d swallowed the juice?”
“Sorry. But yeah, multiples.”
“How do you know? I haven’t even been to a doctor yet.”
“Mom. She called me a noob and said she can tell.”
She laughed through her coughs imagining Barbara calling him the common gamer term. She didn’t even want to know how Barbara knew that word.
“And she’s sure?” Like an alpha female of her caliber would make that kind of information up. Karla knew she was probably right. She was one part of multiples herself, so why not.
“Yeah.” He caressed her cheek softly. With a gentleness she couldn’t help but lean into. “You’re okay with this?”
He was worried about her. The thought spread warmth through her heart. Only Kel had ever worried about her. She put the cup on the tray on her night table and smiled at him. There was the glow again. The animal inside him just below the surface. She loved it.
“Yes. I can handle it.” And she would. The prospect of having his baby went from scary to exciting. She couldn’t wait to meet the miniature versions of the two of them.
“We, babe. You’re not in this alone.”
She let the feeling of contentment lead her actions. Arousal flared in her blood. Thick. Hot. Slowly turning her need for him urgent. She twined her fingers into his hair and yanked his head down. Lips met, and passion exploded between them. It was always like that. Like what she imagined as the Big Bang. A combination of dangerous atoms finally uniting to create a new world. Their world. Something about the moment, she couldn’t say if it was her desire to belong to him, or just his own wild side calling to a part of her she didn’t know existed, but she lost all sense of patience. With a sharp tug, he fell on the bed with her. Her blood heated with urgency. She twisted in his hold, pushing him on his back and straddling his hips, never breaking their connection.
Muscles shifted under the T-shirt she tried to jerk off his body. The hard bar of his cock pressed between her legs. She whimpered. And wanted. Oh she wanted him bad. More than her next breath or even more than she’d ever wanted another man in her life. Reality was, she’d never allowed her feelings to control her. But right then and there, she was powerless to anything but her need.
Mouths separated, and he locked his glowing molten gold eyes on hers. And then he did one of the sexiest things ever. He tore off his T-shirt like it was a piece of a paper. Material shredded and in seconds the shirt was all but in tatters. She scooted back and helped him get rid of the jeans. Then she was on him again, rocking her pussy over his cock.