Page 32 of Sip
Her breath catches and she rises to meet my thrusts.
“Killian?”
Confusion from her impending orgasm sharpens her tone. “Yeah, let go. Come with me little pixie.”
A few more hard ruts take us both over the edge, and I keep her sheathed against me as tight as she’ll go until we’re both limp.
Normally she has a big appetite in the morning. For almost two weeks I’ve enjoyed watching her eat her slight weight in pancakes and omelets and yogurt. Today, my angel pushes her eggs around in a little circle on her plate for the third time. Same with the hash browns and fruit cup. Stirring and spinning and separating but never eating the food. Enough. I set my fork down and grab her delicate hand. “What’s wrong pixie?”
Caught in her fretting, she offers me a pretty but phony smile. Nope, I’m not buying her duplicity and shake my head. She knows better than to play with me. The fake grin fades quickly from my glower. “I can’t fix what I don’t know about.”
Slow and tentative, she lays down her own utensil and rubs the tablecloth with her fingertips. “There’s nothing to fix, I promise. It’s just that I’m supposed to take the pregnancy test today.”
Now a full-on frown mars her exquisite face.
“I don’t feel any different, so I don’t think I am.”
“Then we’ll have fun fucking some more until you are.”
My innocent girl keeps her gaze glued to the table, but the tips of her ears turn red, so I know I’ve embarrassed her. I’m not sure if she’ll ever get used to my directness especially with regard to us fucking. If she’s not going to eat, we might as well find out the answer. “Come on. Let’s go.”
My command earns me her eyes again. The deep blue pools reflect her ambiguity despite her obedient nature, and she nods before she quickly stands. I grasp her fingers, the skin cool and smooth against mine, and lead her to our bedroom.
Her dainty feet slow. “They’re in my room.”
To remind her of the actual situation, I stop and face her, griping the back of her neck. “You don’t have a room.”
Pleasure lights up her face and when she smiles that gorgeous smile, I haul her to me and hold her against my chest. She always needs so much reassurance she’s mine and I love her. No worries though. I have zero problem confirming how I feel about her.
Once she settles down, working through her insecurity, I take her to the guest room she used to use. Even the name is a reminder of how poorly my brother treated her. She rummages around in the cabinet while I stand in the doorway.
Ever since she admitted my brother came to her when he was drunk using her as a substitute for his dead wife, I have never left her alone. Either I guard her or Dees does. Unlikely that Shane would search for her while he recovers from his attack— he’s been even more of a grouchy bastard than normal. But I refuse to take any chances. He cannot have her again.
“Okay, I’m ready.”
She holds a white and blue box in her hand. Yet she doesn’t move. Maybe she expects me to. Girls seem to like privacy for these kinds of things. Too bad. I don’t care. My baby, my prerogative. “Go ahead angel.”
I lean against the sink after she scurries to the toilet and tears open the cardboard end. I hide my smile from her discomfort. She’s always so polite and proper. Now watching her open her legs and shove a wand between them is surprisingly sexy knowing I might have put a baby in her womb.
Once she finishes, I take the test from her and watch the little screen for an answer while she washes her hands. Doesn’t take long for the word to flicker in the window and a roar rushes through me.
I am a father.
Her little fingers curl over my forearm, bare from my rolled-up sleeve, and she lifts on tiptoes to see too. I relish the brief seconds I’m the one person in the world who knows my child grows inside the only woman I’ve ever loved.
Her indulgent giggle wafts to me as I smirk like a bastard. “Killian! I can’t see.”
I can though.
I can see as if I was blind before.
I can see my future in her magnificent face looking up at me.
She fusses at me when I toss the proof on the counter and shrieks when I hike her up to balance on the edge. I box her in with my thighs, not allowing her to leave me but permitting her to twist and grab the stick while I unbutton and unzip my jeans.
“Oh…my…”
Tears shine in her eyes. The emotion isn’t completely happy. She’s scared. I’ll be damned if I allow fear to steal our joy.
