Page 31 of Fighting For Light
“Is that the only word in your vocabulary?” she says, mocking me.
I smile, and her eyes gleam at me. “No, gem, but I can think of a few running through my head right now.”
“Ooh, kinky,” she says with a smile in her voice.
“I guess you’ll have to wait and see.” She groans again and shifts in her seat. I chuckle and reach for her thigh, squeezing it once. “Now I’m taking notes.” She sighs and crosses her arms. “Plus, I want you begging for me when I can see every inch of you. The passenger seat of a truck that I’m driving is not going to cut it.”
“Oh,” she says thickly.
“Yeah, gem. Oh.”
17
Cordelia
It was eight hoursof agony before we rolled into the Dallas campground I booked for the team. I’m marrying my best friend. I’ve never seen him naked, I’m pregnant, and I’mveryhorny, which is surprising for my first trimester, but I’ve been told every woman is different. The combination is nothing short of confusing and needy. I tried to distract myself with work and hunting for some other jobs I can sign. It didn’t work. Nothing worked. “Kai?”
He hums, and I look at his profile as we wait for our turn to back up into a spot.
“I want to stay with you indefinitely, not just for a few days. If you’ll let me,” I whisper nervously.
He chokes on his laugh. “I thought that was obvious,” he mutters, pulling the trailer to our spot. He looks at the backup camera and slowly slides it into place. He’s quite practiced at this like Dad is, so it doesn’t take long.
“Well, I wasn’t sure, and you know how Dad is. You said we’re doing this backward and…”
“Your dad knows how babies are made, Cordi,” he says sarcastically.
I frown, unsure how to get my point across.
“I want you to stay, too,” he says.
“Then it’s settled,” I say, releasing a breath as I turn to get out of the truck.
Kai unhooks the trailer and sets it up. Dad doesn’t spare me a glance as he turns in for the night, or morning, whatever.
Kai opens the door for me to go first, then flips the switches to the bump-outs, widening the space in the trailer. “Do you need anything?” he asks.
I shake my head and walk up the two steps to his room. He grabs the back of his shirt to pull it off, tossing it on the floor. Then he goes into the bathroom and brushes his teeth. After him, I do the same, pee, and by the time I’m done, Kai is passed out, snoring softly. I flip off the light and make sure the curtains are pulled tight to block out the sun before slipping into bed next to him. I’m still in utter disbelief that any of this is happening. It’s still kind of hard for me to believe I’m marrying Kai Coldwell. Those were daydreams that have turned into realities. But there is still a mountain of guilt churning in my stomach.
He shifts in bed, his arm coming around my middle, right below my breasts, tugging me to him. I close my eyes, sinking into the way he feels at my back. Then, right as I’m almost asleep, he drags his hand down to my stomach and spreads his fingers over me. Normally, I would be self-conscious about a man feeling up my belly, but this…is everything. I want his name to be on the birth certificate as much as our marriage certificate, but I have to be certain. Kai said he’s all in, but only time will tell, and we don’t have much.
***
We only slept for about six or seven hours before getting back on the road for another seventeen. We woke up wrapped in each other. Well, more like I was using him as my human pillow. Something I could getveryused to.
Kai is a grump in the morning before he’s had his coffee. He’s restless when he doesn’t do his morning workout and hates being in the truck for this long. He keeps shifting around in his seat, clearly irritated.
“Do you want me to drive?” I ask him.
He grumbles something and checks his mirrors again.
“I’m sorry. Want to try that again?” I ask him.
He throws me a look. “No, I’m fine,” he grunts.
I pin my lips together, trying to hide my smile. “You’re grumpy, aren’t you?” With one hand still on the wheel, my breath catches in my lungs with his attempt at a relaxed posture. His forearms are…. My skin prickles with heat, and I return my eyes to his.
“Why are you asking me if I’m grumpy?”
