Page 267 of Wild Card

“I’m soaked. Sucking a hero’s cock is very sexy.” The rasp in her voice is all it takes.

I drive into her, growling possessively when she whimpers, her body arching into mine.

Blood roars in my ears, feeling her pussy clamp around my dick, pulling me in. A small voice in my mind rears up, warning me to be careful.

As if she reads my mind, her hand cups my jaw, her gaze filled with understanding. “I am fine.”

The sparkle of her ring catches my attention.

The gravity of the situation sinks in.

I stare down at my future, the woman who owns me.

Between us, a tiny life forming.

The air shifts, and the savage animal inside simmers low, memorizing the enormity of this moment.

“You are so fucking perfect.”

“I love you.” She smiles sweetly, brushing her lips across mine. “But right now, I need my fiancé to fuck me.”

That’s all it takes, my uncontrollable hunger returning.

“You’resure they aren’t upset?”

“Not at all.”

My phone rings at my ear and I flip to see Willow calling on Facetime. “Babe, why are you calling me while we’re already on the phone?”

“Because I had to see your face to determine if you’re lying to me.”

“Why would I lie to you?”

“Because you are overprotective and wouldn’t want to upset me.”

Her green eyes are clouded with doubt, her brows arched, and her face is distressed.

“I’m not lying.”

“What did they say?”

“Dad laughed and Mom cried.”

Her eyes bulge. “She cried? Oh shit, that’s bad, horribly bad. What did I expect? I mean…”

It takes everything in me not to interrupt her rambling. Willow’s been a wreck since I told her we were calling my parents this morning. She convinced me to do it alone so they wouldn’t feel obligated to act happy. They were overjoyed with our engagement, but she had it in her head that announcing a surprise pregnancy would warrant a different reaction.

I went straight to Major for guidance on how to shut down her anxiety.

He advised to‘Let it ride out. In a few days she’ll forget this and move on to the wedding to stress her out. Whatever you do, don’t let her think you’re condescending.’’

I step outside the bullpen and to a private area.

“She may like me, but you are her son. Somewhere inside her head is a mountain of disappointment she’s disguising. She’s been around me a grand total of five minutes and I’m now the mother of her grandchild. I mean, who wouldn’t be upset? And Mark must be wondering how years of safe sex suddenly went awry? Their son’s girlfriend of a few months pops up pregnant—of course she cried. I’ve trapped you into a lifetime of…”

Her face is a new shade of red and she hasn’t taken one breath. “I mean, I’m on the pill. It’s not like I wasn’t taking precautions.”

“Look at your hand,” I demand a little too harshly.

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