Turn Over(72)

“Oh shit, Alexa.” He twisted my nipples, pumping in and out of me, sheathing his cock until it disappeared in my heat. “Watching you like this. God, I could come over and over. Inside you. Just like this.”

“Fuck me harder, Luke. Fuck me until you know I’m going to have your baby.”

He smiled, his eyes darting to the dark place where his body joined mine. I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted us to make a baby just like this.

My fingers strummed over my clit until I knew I couldn’t hold off any longer. The sensations had taken over my body. I was going to spiral and crash into him. Slam into his cock, seize it like a vise. Clamp on it and claim it.

“Yes,” he coaxed me. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Alexa.”

I jolted and jerked my hips, riding him, grinding my heat into him. And then I saw his eyes change. I saw the hunger and lust turn to something else.

He leaned forward and brushed my lips with a kiss.

“I fucking love you,” he whispered.

“Ohh,” I cried. The orgasm shattered through me. I grabbed his shoulders, giving my body to him. “I love you. I love you.”

He pulsed inside me and I knew he was fucking me with everything he had. Rooting deep inside me, planting his seed. Giving me his baby.

The orgasm spiraled through me again. I shook with pleasure knowing Luke was filling me.

I looked in his eyes. “This is the hottest fucking thing we’ve ever done,” he growled.

I smiled. “It is.”

He pushed one last time before rolling off of me. He took a deep breath, his hand landed on my belly.

“I wanted that stick to be positive,” he admitted. “Damn it.”

“I didn’t think I did until it wasn’t. I’m sorry it’s been such a roller coaster.”

“But that was fucking awesome. And until we get a positive stick, I’m fucking you like that every day.”

I giggled. “Every day?”

He kissed my shoulder. “Every damn day. Without Jake in the picture, you and I are the team now. We do what we want to do.”

I curled up next to him. “Ok.”

“And that means this team is making a baby.”

I smiled. I had never been so happy in my life. He tickled the side of my arm. “What happened last night at the award show?”

“Oh, that?”

“Yeah, that.”

“If you look in the trunk of the rental car parked in your driveway you’ll see five CYA awards.”

“No shit.”

I laughed. “Apparently, the votes were cast days before my news story broke, so it had no effect on the results.”

“Damn. I’m sorry I missed it.”

I was too, but I knew it was something I had to do alone. I had to prove to myself that I was strong enough to face my demons and my enemies. Every time I walked on stage last night I carried myself a little taller. A little stronger. I had fight in me I had to find without Luke.

“It’s ok.” I smiled at him. “I’m glad I woke up in Texas this morning.”

He cleared his throat and pushed off the bed, depositing me in a heap.

“Where are you going?” I searched for an explanation.

He stepped into his pajama pants. “I’ve got the perfect place to put those awards.”

I scrambled to follow him, trying to pick my scattered clothes off the floor as I ran after him. “What are you talking about?”

“You’re moving into the ranch.”

I stared at him. “What?”





36





Luke





It made sense. It made a hell of lot more sense than trying to start a family in two different states. And what if she was pregnant because of today? My baby wasn’t going to be a thousand miles away from me. No.

“I’m getting those CYAs and putting them in the office. I have shelf space.”

“Luke, slow down.” Alexa shuffled behind me.

I popped the lever on the trunk. She hadn’t bothered to lock the car. I saw her collection of hardware. It was fucking impressive. I reached for one of the awards. It sparkled in the sun.

“Alexa Wilde, Country Year Award Artist of the Year,” I read aloud. “These are pretty sweet.”

She shook her head. “Go back to the other part. The part about me moving to the ranch.”

Her hair was wild and her neck was pink from my unshaven scruff. My mark was all over that girl. If I didn’t live on a hundred acres in the middle of nowhere I’d be more worried someone would see she was wrapped in a sheet, holding her PJs in one hand.

“Right. That’s exactly what I said.”

I collected the trophies in my arms.

“You want me to move here? Now in the middle of this scandal?”