Page 22 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
The wheels turn in my head at rapid speed when I hear that. It is obvious that Steve threatened to kill me if she didn’t go with him. But I still think there’s a whole lot more to this story, and I will not rest until I get to the bottom of it.
“You’re going to get out of this car and onto that plane. We’ll talk details later.”
“But where are we going?”
I don’t answer her. Instead, I pop my door open, then walk around and pull her out of the car. As if she knows she doesn’t stand a chance at this point, she stops fighting me for a change.
We walk toward the stairs leading us to the plane, and we both climb them up in silence. At the top of the steps, I see the pilot waiting for us. I give him a light nod and he responds in kind.
No other words are exchanged as me and Emily walk toward the plush seats on each side of the aircraft. I pick a set of two and drop us in.
“We are going to Las Vegas,” I tell her as the pilot slams the door shut, then takes his seat in the cabin and prepares for takeoff.
“Nevada?” Emily’s teary eyes get huge in her face when she asks.
“What other Las Vegas do you know?” I tease her.
“Puck,” she shakes her head, even more distraught than before. “Why?”
“We are getting married,” I announce, expecting to see her face exploding with happiness.
Instead, I get lots of grief.
“Oh my god,” she gasps for air, panic taking over. She looks around us, unsure of what she actually needs.
I push her head down in between her knees. “Breathe, babe.” I gently rub her back but don’t allow her to sit back up, not even when the seatbelt light comes and as we are ready for takeoff. “You got this.”
I’m not sure how long this goes for, but I am definitely not prepared for what she tells me next. I’m not sure if it’s the pressure in the cabin or what, but I don’t think I hear her right when she barely whispers.
“I’m pregnant.”
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Puck
I stare at Emily,trying really hard to process what she just told me. When it all finally clicks in all the right places, my mouth stretches into the biggest grin.
Without warning, I pull her into my lap and bring her mouth to mine. I kiss her like she is the only drink of water in the desert of anger and disappointment my life has been to date.
I suck on her tongue, chasing it back into her mouth with mine, thanking the universe for this wonderful gift bestowed upon me.
“Puck,” she tries to stop me when I allow us a second to inhale some oxygen. “You need to listen to me…”
I drop my mouth on hers again, a very effective way of shutting her up. Since we don’t have a flight attendant, and we have well over a two hour flight, I feel comfortable dropping the back of the seat until it’s laying almost flat. Emily tries to protest, but I don’t let her get away. Instead, I bring her with me, making sure she doesn’t have any choice but to straddle me.
“Puck,” she mumbles when I move my mouth down her chin, placing wet kisses on her throat, all the way to her chest, making her shiver in response. “This is so not good,” she adds.
I place both hands on her ass cheeks, squeezing tight and grinding myself up into her. I am so turned on, I can’t think. I can’t believe we’re going to have a baby. I need to feel as close to her as I possibly can.
The light linen pants she’s wearing present no obstacle for me when I push them down her hips, taking her panties down with them.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper to her when my mouth gets closer to her breasts, then takes a nipple in and sucks through her t-shirt and bra. “So fucking gorgeous, I can’t stand it,” I growl. “I want you for myself. Forever.”
“Puck,” she cries out when I sink my teeth more into her nipple, then move on to the other. “We can’t do this. Not like this.”
With a smooth move, I stand up and drop her to her feet. No words are necessary when I turn her around, then step on her pants and panties when they drop around her ankles. One day, I will fuck her with those ankles up by her ears, I promise myself. After the baby comes.
The thought is making me grin like a fool.
