Don't Tell (Don't 1)

“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.

“Fuck.” He rolled my tank top over my head, feasting on one nipple and then the other. I bucked at the pressure.

He nipped at my neck and licked my throat. His lips covered my mouth and I inhaled him. His tongue mingled with mine. We were like a raging river. The damn was broken and there was no way to contain the current raging between us.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he promised.

I moaned. “Please.”

He flicked my clit, with a playful snap of his fingers before he sat backward on his knees, shedding his shirt and shoving off his pajama pants.

I sighed when I saw his throbbing cock. I ached for it. I loved the thickness. The wide veins. How it stretched my pussy so wide and tight.

“You are going to have my baby,” he growled. “This is how you make a baby.”

Just when I thought Luke had shown me how intense sex could be, he took things to a new level. He reached for a pillow, jamming it under my ass. My hips lifted in the air. His fingers massaged my clit and folds, pumping a finger inside me, before withdrawing it.

I hissed every time he took it away. I wanted something to grasp and clench. I wanted him inside me.

“Like that?’ he asked.