“Would it be correct to assume this pregnancy was unplanned?”
That question opens up the floodgates as a rush of hot tears fill my eyes. I jerk my head into a nod. If I attempt to speak, I’ll end up sobbing and I don’t want to do that. Stupid as it sounds, it never occurred to me that I could get pregnant. Kingsley wore condoms. It seemed like we were being careful.
Clearly, that wasn’t the case.
“Let’s finish up with the pelvic exam and then we can talk.”
The rest of the visit goes by in a blur of information. Turns out I’m six weeks pregnant. My periods have always been irregular, and I’ve never done a great job of keeping track. If Mom hadn’t scheduled an appointment, who knows when I would have realized I was late. Especially considering everything that’s happened. For all I know, I got pregnant the first time we had sex. Or maybe in Door County at Kingsley’s beach house.
Kingsley.
Oh God…
What am I going to tell him?
Am I going to tell him?
I can’t believe this is something I have to think about.
Once I’m dressed, I push out through the door to the waiting room. Everly glances at me before jumping to her feet and searching my face. It’s as if she can sense that all isn’t right. The truth of the matter is that nothing has been right for a while. But it’s even more fucked up than I suspected.
“Everything good?” she asks carefully.
“Yup.” I nod and glance away, unable to hold her curious stare. “Just ready to get out of here.”
“Bet you’re glad that’s over with.” She swipes her purse from the chair before slinging it over her shoulder. “Pelvics…so not fun.”
I almost bark out a laugh. Instead, I keep the sound buried deep inside. I’m afraid if I release it into the air, the laughter will quickly turn to tears. As tempted as I am to confide in Everly, I need to keep this to myself until I figure out what I’m going to do.
Each time I think the situation can’t get worse, somehow I manage to jackhammer to an all new low.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
I’m startled awake when rough hands grip my hips and flip me over before pulling me to my knees. My panties are ripped away, and he’s inside me in one smooth stroke, filling me to the brim.
Kingsley.
Even though I’m half asleep, I would recognize his touch anywhere. The feel of him surrounding me, pounding into me, as his hips jerk against mine, fills some deep need inside. I can’t explain it, all I know is that there is comfort in his possession. As much as I try to keep the moan locked inside, where he can’t revel in my submission, that becomes impossible. The gratification is too much to absorb, and the broken sound slides from my lips, filling the silence between us. No matter how much I want to hate this, I don’t.
Unwilling to deny myself the pleasure unfurling like a flower, I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on it. Neither of us want the connection binding us together, but it’s there none the less.
The first time Kingsley took me, a tentative link was formed. As a twin, I know exactly what it’s like to feel as if you’re one half of a whole. When my body is locked in intimacy with his, that’s exactly how it feels. It’s totally addictive. I want to hold on to the sensation with both hands and make it last forever.
But it never does. The high I get from our fucking only lasts for a few blissful minutes before disintegrating into nothingness.
Soft grunts fall from his lips as he drives into me. His tempo picks up, becoming more frantic, and I feel myself getting pushed closer to the precipice. Before I’m able to get there, he thrusts against me and comes with a long guttural groan.
For the first time, our bodies are no longer in perfect synchronicity.
The storm swirling madly through me, picking up traction, disperses like a fog into nothingness. The disappointment that rushes in is swiftly followed by sorrow.
As he collapses against my back, his body drapes over mine almost protectively. His harsh breath drifts across my neck as I stare at the wall of windows into the darkness. Even though his cock is softening, there’s still a feeling of fullness inside me. It’s a fragile connection in the shadows of the room when words escape us.
A heartbeat later, the bond is shattered when Kingsley pulls out of my body before rolling from the bed. Silently I watch as he grabs his boxers from the floor and hauls them up his hips.
His head turns as his gaze falls on me, pinning me in place. My breath hitches, a tiny bubble of hope expanding in my throat as I wait for him to make the first move. Instead of bridging the yawning distance between us, he stalks to the door, quietly closing it behind him until the lock clicks into place.