Page 65 of Wild Night

She opens her mouth, then presses her lips together and rolls them a few times. I watch her, unable to take my eyes off her, even if I wanted to. Posey is real. She’s sitting in my bed, naked beneath the sheet that barely covers her tits, and she’s pregnant with my baby.

Holy fucking shit.

Pregnant with my baby.

That hasn’t sunk in yet. I don’t know when it will, but I’m surprised every single time I think about it. The wonder just washes over me again and again. Each and every time, myfeeling of excitement grows at the idea of not just having a baby, but of Posey having my baby.

Something primal inside of me wants to slam my fists against my chest and fucking roar like a goddamn lion. I fucking love this girl, and now she’s mine for-goddamn-ever. I’m not going to fuck this up. I’m not letting her walk away from me ever again. Even if I have to drag her pretty ass back, I’m going to do that.

Over and over.

“You got their numbers?” I ask.

“I have Dakota’s, but I’m afraid she’s going to be pissed at me.”

Shaking my head, I keep my hands on her cheeks. My eyes are focused on hers, keeping her gaze connected with mine before I talk to her. I want her to know that I’m being completely serious. I’m not just saying shit to say it.

“Dakota is just going to be happy you contacted her. She’s going to be thrilled as fuck you’re here and you’re okay. That’s all she gives a shit about, princess. Just like the rest of us.”

Her lips curve up into a small smile. It’s so slight that I almost don’t recognize it as a smile, but it is. Leaning forward, I touch my mouth to hers. “Just send me a text if you leave. I can’t leave your car keys, but I’ll get your car brought to you today sometime.”

“Really?” she breathes.

Laughing softly against her lips, I shift back, my eyes still focused on hers. “Really, Posey. I’ll have a couple of the guys bring it over. They’ll leave the keys under the mat in case you aren’t here or don’t want to answer the door.”

“Okay,” she breathes.

I want to crawl back into bed and fuck her again. Last night wasn’t enough. It will never be enough as far as I’m concerned. The minute I come, I want to do it all over again. And again, until I physically can’t, and even then, I still might want to.

Forcing myself to stand, I take one last look at her, that messy hair, that sexy body barely covered by the thin sheet. Shaking my head once, I turn away from her and head into the closet to get dressed for court.

Once I’m dressed, I kiss Posey again, reminding her that I won’t be home until later, but that I’ll bring dinner with me when I arrive. Even though everything inside of me aches to stay, mainly my balls, I know I can’t.

I walk out of the house and lock the front door behind me. Leaving my woman after weeks of not seeing her and just finding out she’s pregnant feels excruciating. I still don’t even know the shit she’s been through in the days she’s been away from me.

I don’t want to push her, either, but I’m not going to hang back the way I did last time and have her walk away from me again. Not when I can help her. Not when it’s my responsibility to protect her. I don’t want her to ever think that she can or should take on a goddamn thing without me.

I’m going to have to keep a pulse on her and her whereabouts until I get the details not only from her but from the winery, too. I haven’t talked to the club in Rivara yet, and I’m not sure what kind of details I’m going to get from them anyway. I think I need to get what I can out of Posey and then go from there.

POSEY

I shouldn’t be as excited as I am. I should be much leerier than I am. But here I go, falling in love with a man. And not just falling in love, but having his baby, and I don’t even really know him. I hope I didn’t make yet another colossal mistake. I don’t feel like I have, but then again, did I ever feel that way?

Lying in bed for far longer than I should, I let my mind wander, even though I know I shouldn’t. Because once I get lost inside my own head, I will inevitably freak out. I don’t want to freak out. What I want to do is accept that this could be real. That I could have found my place. Moving my head from side to side, I try to shake away the thoughts that invade.

Forcing myself to get past them, to forget about everything, I stand up and begin to walk toward the bathroom. I take one step, then another, before my stomach protests and I have to run. Fast.

Thankfully, I make it to the toilet in time just to empty the contents of my stomach. I rest my arm around the back of the seat, my forehead falls against my cool flesh, and I close my eyes, waiting for the nausea to pass. I’m not sure how long I sit there, my ass on the cold tile floor, my head resting against my arm.

I’m going to throw up again, I know I am, but I can’t stay here all day long. Pushing myself up, I try to stand. My thighs wobble, and as I straighten, I sway. I know I need food. I know I do, but I’m also not sure I’ll be able to stomach it.

Shuffling my feet toward the shower, I turn on the water, waiting for it to warm up and praying I don’t puke on the floor, although I’m not really sure how much else I have inside of me to actually throw up right now. I’m fairly positive it would be a dry heave, which would be just as awful.

Once the water is warm, I take a longer shower than I anticipate, and the water feels amazing. It almost feels like a comforting hug. I don’t want to turn it off, but eventually, the water goes lukewarm, then cool, then cold, so I’m forced to.

I reach for the big, fluffy, dark-blue towel, well, more like a sheet. It’s amazing. After drying off, I wrap the towel around my body and go in search of my luggage. I only have the one large bag, and I remember Justin placing it by the front door whenI walked through, but the sight of it catches my eye near the bedroom closet.

Unable to hide my smile, I walk toward the bag and slide it onto the backside before I gently glide the zipper open. As I reach for something to wear, I wonder how much longer I’ll be able to wear anything in here.

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