Page 40 of Another Round
I switch back to the cameras but she’s not visible. The only place she can hide is the bathroom. And even that closed door won’t stop me from getting to her. Heading to her place, I swipe my mobile to release the lock and shove open the front door.
“Evie!”
Nothing. Damn it. I barely feel the splintering wood against my shoulder as I bust in the bathroom door. She screams and the small gray rectangle she’s holding skitters across the tile. I swipe the thin box from the tan ceramic before she can hop up from sitting on the side of the tub. But she doesn’t have any intention of moving. Not toward me anyway. Not with her fingers wrapping around the white marble. Trapped and paralyzed with nowhere to go. No way to escape the mad man I’ve become. “What am I too oblivious to figure out?”
Genuine confusion lines her face from my question. Her gaze flicks from me to the thin sheet of foil nested in the plastic. As if the answer lies within my hands. Most of the circles are empty but four still contain small pink pills. Three in the first row and one in the second. I’ve never seen packaging like this before in my mostly celibate life but even a dumb arse like me knows what they are—her birth control. And, that they should all be empty. I lift my gaze from the medicine to her trembling body. I am the stupidest fucking arsehole to ever live.
“I’m late.” She talks to her feet instead of me. Curling her silver tipped toes into the rug over and over. “I missed taking my pills a few times before I moved all my stuff over, and I didn’t think it was that big of a deal since it was only a couple, but I guess it was. It might be.”
Late.
Pregnant.
Baby.
I can barely process what I never expected her to say and can’t seem to form words. Her head flies up from my silence, and she stares at me in panic. But I have no doubts and drop to my knees in front of her. Taking her tiny shaking hands in mine. Attempting to soothe her worries. Relishing the joy exploding in me.
“I kept falling asleep after we’d make love, and then I’d remember the next day. But I was at work and it was too late to take it by the time I got home, and I thought—”
Her needless explanation drifts away as a shriek fills her mouth when I jump up and pull her with me, coiling her legs around my waist. We tangle in the shower curtain from me spinning us around so furiously and the rod jerks out of the black holders, slamming into the mirror. Cracks race across the smooth surface while the other end of the pole gouges the drywall before crashing into the towel bar. Ripping the chrome triple rack from the studs and toppling the towels to the floor. It’ll take me a week to fix all of the damage I’ve caused but I don’t give a fuck. I carry her out to the open space and lay her on the bed.
“You aren’t mad?”
She stares at me in shock. More from my emotions than my actions. Not resisting as I slide the orange dress up her body and over her head. Totally wide eyed when our gazes meet again on the other side of the fabric. “Fuck no, I’m not mad.”
“You aren’t afraid?”
She grabs for my hands but I’m too busy pulling her little white knickers down her legs. Moaning when she’s fully naked yet still asking me unnecessary questions. “Nope.”
“You aren’t—”
“Evie!” Her sweet pink lips curl inward together from my outburst. “All I want is inside you.”
I sheath her body, kissing her face, her neck, her chest, her stomach. She doesn’t fight me, but she doesn’t respond either. Just watches me love her. I press another gentle kiss to her warm skin above where my baby grows and smile up at her. Reassuring her we’re good. Everything’s great. She’s fucking perfect. “I need you to be here with me Evie. I need you to know I’ve never been happier.”
“Really?”
My own heart thuds in my chest with the crack in her voice. She wants to be as ecstatic as I am but has to make sure. “Yeah, really. You know I don’t lie.”
She nods and spreads her legs, reaching for me, consenting tome taking her. Her arms glide around my neck squeezing me tight. I hold her just as fierce. Waiting to push inside until her lips find mine, confirming she’s ready for me. I’m beyond ready for her and force myself to slide slowly inside her. Careful not to overwhelm her in my fervor.
Once I’m buried as deep as I’ll go, I brush my lips to her ear. “Marry me.”
“What?” The seriousness of my question sinks in, and she shakes her head. Long hair rustling on the pillow from her shocked giggle. “That’s crazy. We don’t even know for sure yet that I’m pregnant.”
My responding laugh is a thousand percent genuine. I thrust into her with caution just in case. “It doesn’t matter. I love you and want to be with you, and if you’re not pregnant, then I’m going to get you pregnant.”
“You’re absolutely insane.”
I answer with my fingers on her clit. Caressing slow and purposeful to quiet down her contentions. Picking up the pace and the pressure to eliminate her arguments. Which is evident in her body rising to meet me and my touch and my promises. “You’re absolutely right.”
I love the sweep of her tongue over her lips when she’s teetering on the edge. The rhythm of her hips cradling mine to keep us connected. The possessive clutch of her fingers curving around my rib cage as I hover over her. Proving I belong to her just as much as she does to me. “I want you to be my wife. I want you to carry my babies in your belly. I want you to let me take care of you.”
Her body spasms with the orgasm I induce from my fingers and my words. Which I need to do again and again. I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and slide the other under her arse to pull her as close to me as she can get while I drive into her. Protecting our baby within her but making damn sure he knows too how much I love his mother. “I’m going to be your husband, your bodyguard, your protector standing beside you and defending you as you rule the fucking world.”
So damn close. Her fingernails scrape my skin, doing everything she can to hold on. To withstand me angling to pump deeper into her. “I’ll do anything and everything you want as long as you’re mine.”
Panting and shuddering and nodding but she doesn’t utter a sound. “Just say yes trouble. Say yes.”
