Page 30 of Deadlier Obsessions

“If Lucy’s already pregnant, then we need to fill Stella with a baby too. How hot would it be to have two pregnant ladies, man?”

Pregnant. Lucy? What the… how the fuck am I the only one completely out of the fucking loop?

“What? Lucy’s pregnant? Since fucking when?”

Gage eases out of Stella so fucking carefully, you’d think he’s trying not to break something, but of course, he’s just trying to make sure his cum stays up in her. Jesus, am I about to fuck a twice-filled pussy? I feel like I stepped into the fuckingTwilight Zoneor something. I only went upstairs for a few fucking minutes!

“You need to get up inside her, man. Three times the cum, three times the chance we fucking breed her,” Gage says, reaching for me, while I dodge him.

“Why the fuck are you two being so handsy now? I’m fine getting across the fucking room without being manhandled. And explain this pregnancy shit. Lucy gets sick one time, and suddenly everything’s about babies?”

Gage leans down to kiss Stella’s stomach like some kind of fucking breeding-obsessed psycho, which I guess he is, and then he gestures to that well-used pussy of hers. Normally I’d be in there already, but my mind is whirling right now.

“Pregnancy tests? Who the hell ordered these?” Lucy demands, storming into the room and holding a bag from Godonly knows where. We had those already? Why isn’t she still in bed?

“I didn’t hear the door,” Gage grunts, walking over to her to reach into the bag. Seriously, I feel like I fell asleep and missed an episode of the fucking show or something.

“Can everyone just fucking stop for a second, and tell me what’s going on?”

Lucy shoves the bag at Gage and folds her arms. “I’m not fucking pregnant, you sick psychos.”

“Prove it,” Gage says, shoving two boxes at her with a fierce glare, and Stella tries to sit up, but Sebastian stops her.

“Don’t waste it all, baby. We’ll just have to shove it back in.”

Fucking hell. I tuck my dick away and wait for someone to make some fucking sense.

I watch Lucy and Gage in their standoff. Gage continues insisting she take the test and she’s resisting. I wonder if it’s because she really doesn’t want to be pregnant, or if she’s simply being defiant because he’s being so high handed.

“Gage, is there a reason this has to be done immediately?”

He glares at me like I’ve offended him greatly. “Yes. If she has the damn implant in her arm and she’s pregnant, it has to be taken out immediately. It’s dangerous,Maverick.And according to google there’s a higher chance of it being ectopic. Are you really cool with risking her fucking life?”

“Lucy,” I growl, letting her know this is not even a fucking option. I don’t know that much about women's birth control. Why would I? I’ve never even been in a long-term relationship before, fuck them a few times and I was done, but I also always used a condom. Our women are the first time I’ve fucked without a rubber. After Gage told me her life could be in danger, the option to wait was off the damn table. If I have to fucking force her to take the test, I will.

She rolls her eyes at me. “The implant is ninety-nine percent effective, Mav. I’m not pregnant.”

“Lucy,” I repeat with a glare, “Either you go take the test on your own or I’ll drag you by your hair. Risking your life isn’t something we are going to do. If you’re not pregnant, what’s the harm with peeing on a damn stick?”

The look she gives me cuts fucking deep. “I knew the sweet sensitive Mav was a game. Welcome back, asshole.”

She takes the test and storms off toward the bedroom. I don’t bother trying to explain to her that I’m just worried about her, and I’m not trying to be an asshole. Naked Stella looks at me. “She’s pregnant, Maverick. Hormonal. Don’t take what she says personally.”

I nod as I make my way to the bedroom. She shouldn’t go through this alone. Whether she’s okay with being pregnant or not, it’s going to be emotional regardless of what the result is. This is something none of us should be surprised about, but I think Lucy and I both are. The other two psychos don’t seem at all concerned as they continue to breed Stella. I shake my head at the moaning sounds as I approach the bedroom door.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

MAV

I walk to the bathroom and don’t bother knocking, because if I did, I’d likely be told not to enter. We aren’t doing that, so I just walk in. Lucy sets the test on the bathroom counter and turns to me with a glare. “Do you have to be such a bell-end?”

Taking her into my arms, I kiss her on the top of her head. “I’m looking after you, baby. That’s my job. That’ll always be my job.”

She sighs audibly as she wraps her arms around my waist. “Lucy, do you not want to be pregnant?”

Resting her face against my chest, she answers softly, “It’s not that I don’t want to be, Mav. I just don’t want to bring a child into a temporary family. How terrible would it be for our child to have all of us together, and then suddenly one day it’s only me.”

I grab her shoulders to move her back, then place my thumb and forefinger on her chin and tilt her head back. “Listen to me very carefully, Lucy, because I’m not going to continue having this conversation with you.”

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