Page 21 of Stepbrother's Obsession
“Yes.” She nods, leaning back so she can look up at me, tears spilling down her cheeks. “You did. And now you’re going to fix it.”
This is what I love so much about her. She won’t just sit back and watch the world go by. When Lily wants something, she goes and gets it. And that includes me.
I smile. “Your mom—”
“Mom’s still pissed. Jim’s pissed too. But who cares? They’re wrong.” She lifts her chin in defiance. Those lips…such an emotional moment, yet those lips send blood rushing to my cock. “Butyou. You left without even thinking about how I felt. You made my decision for me.”
“I was just trying to do the right thing, Lily.”
“Then do the right thing now.”
I take her by the shoulders. She feels so small, so tender. Somine. What was I thinking when I left? Christ, she’s my treasure. My everything. “But how?” I ask. “We can’t just march back into the house and say, ‘Hey, remember how you freaked out about us earlier? Too bad, we’re still together.’”
“We can,” she replies, eyes gleaming. “Because we have something now that we didn’t have before.”
I frown. “Oh? What’s that?”
Lily doesn’t answer. Instead, she reaches into her back pocket and pulls out a little white stick in a plastic baggy. She holds it up like it’s a medal.
Two pink lines.
My whole world screeches to a halt.
“Holy shit.”
Her smile takes over her whole face. Pride. Joy. “Damn right.”
“Lily…”
“You know when it happened.” She smirks as her cheeks flush pink. “When you wouldn’t pull out. When you said you wanted to breed me.”
I’m instantly taken back to it.
“You’re not on the pill, are you? Good. Because I’m not pulling out.”
I was a man possessed. Enraptured by her tight pussy, her wetness, her moans, and how incredible she felt. I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t want to. And thank God I didn’t.
“And you’re sure?” I ask. It’s a dumb question. She’s holding the proof right up in front of my face.
“I took three,” she says. “They all showed the same. I also went to the clinic to confirm. I’m pregnant, Colt.”
Lightning shoots through me. Joy crashes down on me, followed by hints of fear. I’m going to be a father. Christ, I don’t even know if I’m ready for that. But I will be. A man steps up to his responsibilities.
I pull her back to me and press my lips to hers. No space between us, just an expression of the raw need we both feel. She opens her mouth for me like she’s been wanting this kiss since I left. Her tongue is hot and hungry but also pissed off as she kisses me fiercely back. I taste her tears falling down her cheeks. And damn it all to hell, but I taste a few of my own too.
“I’m so fucking proud of you, baby,” I growl into her mouth.
“For getting pregnant?” She giggles.
“For coming to find me.” I thread my fingers through her hair and cup the back of her neck. “For taking the first step.”
Her eyes soften. “You think I was gonna let my man run?”
My man.
I love it.
“Let’s go,” I tell her.
