Page 62 of Interference
I walk toward him and pull his head down to me. “Thank you for this. Thank you for always being supportive,” I say before I kiss him softly.
The corners of his eyes crinkle. “You’re welcome.”
Breathing hard, I take a drink of water as I watch Emery. Her back is to me, and I watch as she does lunges. Her ass looks fantastic in those little shorts as she drops low before pushing up. When she turns to face me, my eyes drop to her stomach.
She’s still tiny, and the spandex sucks it all in, making her stomach still look flat.
An image of the future hits me so hard, I can’t help but suck in a breath.
She’s got on tiny spandex shorts and a sports bra that has a bunch of useless straps that zigzag across her shoulder blades. From the back, you can’t tell she’s pregnant. Not until she turns to face me. Her stomach is round, growing with our child. Her face is red from exertion, and her hair is falling from her ponytail, but when she looks up at me, she smiles.
“Are you going to keep staring or are you going to work out?” she teases, pulling me out of the daydream.
I look down at her stomach and smile. I can’t wait. I love the idea of seeing her pregnant and pushing her body as much as she can before I take her home and fuck her. Just thinking about it makes my dick twitch.
“Earth to Brett,” she says, snapping her fingers at me.
“Yeah?”
She tilts her head to the side. “Are you okay? You seem awfully distracted.”
“Have you looked in the mirror? Of course I’m distracted.”
She rolls her eyes but smiles. “You already knocked me up. No need for sweet talk,” she says for only us to hear.
“Buttercup, if you think that’s sweet-talking, you haven’t seen anything yet.”
“If you say so. Anyway, if you don’t start working out, you’ll be out of shape for the next game,” she teases.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah…”
Laughing makes us both look toward the door, and we watch as some of her teammates roll in. Emery rolls her shoulders back and sucks in a deep breath.
If I didn’t know any better, I would think she’s preparing for battle.
“What’s wrong?” I ask quietly.
“Nothing,” she lies.
Bullshit.
The skater girls don’t notice us at first and move over to the treadmills.
“Come on, let’s keep going.” Emery grabs my hand and pulls me toward the other side of the gym. About as far away from her teammates as possible.
What in the fuck is happening? I know she said shit with them wasn’t good, but it can’t be that bad, can it?
For the next twenty minutes, we work out. Emery isn’t as locked in as she was before, though. No, her eyes keep darting to the other side of the gym, and she keeps chewing on her lip.
Almost as if she’s waiting for something to happen.
“Emery.”
She shakes her head and looks down. “I’m good. I promise.”
She’s not good, though. She’s so far from good it’s not even funny.
Before I can press her, though, the sound of footsteps has us looking over.
