Blood & Bone - Easy (Blood Fury MC 12)

Curves were much more fun to ride than straightaways.

She pressed her fingers to the hand he had planted on her belly. “Easy…”

“Babe, you don’t need to keep preparin’ me. Just say whatever you’re gonna say. I’m way fuckin’ past needin’ lube for whatever’s comin’ next. Just shove it up my ass dry and get it over with.”

He expected her to at least chuckle and when she didn’t, he knew whatever she was going to say next would be heavy.

He was so ready for this day to be over. He glanced at the clock on her nightstand. So what if it was only four o’clock? He was about to pull the covers over their heads so they could sleep undisturbed for the next week.

After he soaked in a bath. He hoped to fuck the tub fit them both.

“Tess,” he prodded when she didn’t continue.

“Do you really want this baby?”

Fuck him, now that reality had started to sink in, he actually did. “Never thought I’d ever be sayin’ this but… Yeah, I do.” Or at least he did at that minute. He had a feeling he’d flip-flop on that answer a million times before their kid graduated high school.

Christ, he never even owned a damn dog before and now he was going to be responsible for another human being for at least the next eighteen years? Him?

And because of that kid, he’d be tied to Tessa for the rest of his life. Luckily for him, he kind of liked her.

“Do you want me?”

Tessa was not the kind of women to be insecure but he could hear it in her question. Today had been a lot. Fuck, the last couple of weeks had been a lot.

His life could go back to being easy at any time now. He just hoped to fuck it wasn’t gone for good.

“Yeah, babe, nobody I want more. Never doubt that.” He wanted to kiss her but with his mouth and nose fucked up, it wasn’t smart. Plus, it would be hard to lock lips when he couldn’t breathe through his nose. Instead, he pulled her a little closer and spread his fingers over her belly to encompass more of her and his kid. “Did the doc say if it’s a boy or a girl?”

“It’s too early. She said after eighteen weeks.”

“Eighteen weeks. My fuckin’ head hurts too much to do math right now. How far along are you?” Was he already failing on the father front if he couldn’t figure it out?

Before he could pull out his fingers and toes to count, she answered, “She put me at about eleven weeks.”

Eleven weeks. How many weeks was a pregnancy? Fuck the math, he’d Google it when he got a chance. “You think she’s right?”

“It had to happen the night the condom broke, but I don’t remember the exact date.”

“Me, neither. Eleven weeks,” he repeated.

”When I get a chance, I’ll see if I can find out when I took Dyna to her pediatrician. That should pinpoint it better. I told Carly I would, but…”

But, yeah, life kept happening.

“To look at you, I’d never guess you were that far along.” Not that he was an expert, because he certainly wasn’t. He hoped there wasn’t a problem and that was why she wasn’t bigger.

“Because I’m not showing much, it could be why he or she survived the crash. Maybe he or she was more protected?”

“Or it’s because she’s stubborn as fuck like her mom.”

“Or he rolls with the punches like his father.”

He cringed mentally. “Can we not mention punches right now?”

She nodded. “Sorry about that.”

“Hey, what’d I say about apologizin’ to each other? We’re done with that shit. I’m also done talkin’. How ‘bout you?”

“I’m done with talking, too. Can we just lie here and forget the world outside of this room for now?”

“Whatever you want, babe.”

When she turned her head, he noticed her eyes no longer held a sheen. He hoped that was a good sign.

“I want you.”

Those three words were no doubt a good sign. One day those three words might change to something even better, but he’d take them for now. “Yeah, babe, want you, too. Right now, I’m not sure I can give you what I really wanna give you. But hey, your arm might be broken but your mouth ain’t. My cock ain’t broken, either. So, there’s that.” He wasn’t going to say no if she wanted to give him head.

“Are you serious?”

“No… Maybe… I can be. Nah, I’m lyin’… Sort of.”

Her body shook against him and he wished like hell he could hold her the way he wanted to, kiss her breathless and fuck her into next week. But that wasn’t going to happen today, tonight or even tomorrow. Maybe not even anytime this week.

It sucked, but it was what it was, and they had to live with what life had handed them.