Sweet Satisfaction
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I unwrapped myself from his arms and stood. “I brought it with me. It’s in the guestroom .”
I walked down the hall to the room I stayed in last night. I barely slept, worried that Luke would send me home. That he wouldn’t be able to forgive me .
I dug through the bottom of my bag and pulled out the cardboard box with the plus and minus sign on the picture .
“That’s it?” he asked .
I nodded. “Are you ready for this? You sure ?”
He cupped my face. “Yes .”
“Ok. I’ll be right back.” I walked into the bathroom. I read the instructions five times. I wanted to get it right. I wanted to give Luke what he wanted .
I opened the door, leaving the stick on the counter .
“We have to wait three more minutes,” I reported .
We sat on the bed, staring into the bathroom. What was on that stick was going to change our lives .
“Go check it,” he urged .
I was almost shaking. I pushed open the door and stared at the stick. I stared at it, making sure I read the stick correctly. I held it out and walked back to Luke .
“What is it?” His face was expectant .
“Not pregnant,” I choked on the words .
“You’re not?” He took the stick from my hands. “You’re not .”
I saw the disappointment in his eyes. “I’m sorry. It was a fluke anyway, right? And we were trying not to get pregnant. So, I didn’t think you wanted a baby .”
His gaze lifted to mine. “Not want a baby? I’ve thought. I’ve prayed I got you pregnant. That the fucking broken condom was a sign that I needed to get my shit together. It happened for a reason. Because I was supposed to get you pregnant .”
“You did?” My heart pounded. “You wanted to get me pregnant ?”
His hand tugged in my pajama pants. “I do. I want to knock you up so fucking bad .”
“Oh God .”
I dropped to the bed as Luke pulled me on top of him. “This is crazy,” I whispered .
He shoved my pants off my ankles. I bucked when I felt his fingers feather between my legs. He traced a circle over my clit .
“You are going to have my baby, Alexa Wilde .”
I nodded. “I am .”
He spread my legs and pushed a finger inside, curling it toward my G-spot .
“I missed the last three days,” I breathed .
“What?”
“I was so upset I forgot to take the pill.” I groaned when he pushed another finger inside me .
“So there’s a chance right now ?”
I nodded .