Page 9 of A Surprise Baby for the Wolf Shifter

While she continued to beg and plead outside my front door, I headed back to my bed. Halfway there, I thought better of it. The sheets would smell like Tabitha, and all I wanted was to breathe in was Gemma’s scent.

I grabbed my pillow instead and crashed onto my couch. Maybe now I could snag a few solid hours of sleep. After half an hour of lying there, I was losing hope. My mind wouldn’t settle.

Tabitha was only supposed to be a one-night stand. She was never supposed to come back. But I was lonely and that made my resolve weak. Every time, I allowed her back into my bed, adding another nail to my own damn coffin. This time, it was over for good.

Gemma was also supposed to be a one-night stand… but I ended up as the one who wanted more. The woman had surprised me. She captivated me. She stirred things within me I had thought I would never experience. My wolf also craved her.

That night we spent together was the best night of my life. The way her skin felt against mine was like pouring cream over my body. And that mouth of hers? Dear God, she could use that thing to bring me to my knees.

Thinking of her made my dick hard. I gripped it and closed my eyes, breathing against the sensation of my hand surrounding my erection. But it was nothing compared to the real thing. And I was doing myself no favors by rubbing one out on the couch.

With a sigh, I headed for the shower. Maybe that would help with getting tired and ridding myself of my need for Gemma.

As the water pelted my back, I squirted some soap onto my dick and stroked myself. The shape of Gemma’s lips filled my mind. The silkiness of her slick, wet pussy surrounding my dick. My hand was in no way a close comparison, but I had an imagination and, so far, it was doing the trick.

Pressure built between my hips and my dick hardened even more. I sucked in a breath, and on the exhale, my orgasm hit. I shot out my load onto the shower wall. Grunting as I continued to send myself a fraction of the height sex with Gemma had given me.

Once it was all over, I sat on the couch and stared at the floor. Exhaustion washed over me.

I knew better than to think I would ever see her again, but I really hoped I would. I remembered where she lived and figured I could use that as a place to start finding her again. That was if she still lived there. But I had to be careful and not come out stalkerish.

The only question was, did she want anything to do with me?

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GEMMA

First thing the next morning, I took the second test in case something was funky with the first one. Admittedly, I was still a tiny bit in denial. I wasn’t sure what it would take to fully convince me that I was indeed pregnant, let alone had the first clue on what I would do if things turned out I really was.

Less than three minutes later, two pink lines registered on the test. Much stronger than the test from the day before.

“Crap, crap, crap!” My voice echoed through my apartment decimals louder than it should have.

To be frank, I was freaking out. Badly. And honestly, what the heck? I didn’t want to be pregnant. I took precautions against getting pregnant. The last thing I needed in my life right now was a baby. Yet, I stood in the bathroom staring at the test balanced on the side of my sink which told me that, regardless of how ready I was, a baby was coming.

Like it or not.

I wrestled over what to do. A baby wasn’t even part of my five-year plan. A baby wasn’t supposed to happen until I found love, and I had rotten luck in that department. Hell, to be perfectly honest, my five-year plan was more like a ten-to-fifteen-year plan. Especially with how things were going in terms of relationships and getting my photography business off the ground and turned into something more than an on my days off gig.

Still, it was impossible for me to be pregnant.

The last time I had sex was after the St. Patrick’s Day party with Weylan six weeks ago.

I still thought of him. Almost daily. I thought of our conversations. Of the night of amazing sex, I craved to have again. Even then, I wouldn’t have dreamed of baby-trapping him. I was better than pulling such stunts. He had worn protection if memory served right. Though it was an incredibly alcohol-filled, passionate night, so there was room to doubt. Still, I also took the morning-after pill just in case he didn’t. Proof of how much I desperately wanted to avoid getting pregnant.

So, after taking all the precautions, getting pregnant just didn’t make sense.

I started to hyperventilate.

There had to be a way out of this. I hated the idea of an abortion. I hated the idea of adoption. I hated the idea of me sitting in my bathroom freaking out because somehow, someway, I ended up pregnant. Despite efforts to avoid a baby.

A baby wasn’t an option. A baby was absolutely out of the question.

I should have known better. It wasn’t like me to behave as I had. Because, normally, I didn’t have one-night stands. Weylan was my first. There was something about him that pulled at my soul. My hormones had flooded my system and overwhelmed my inhibitions. But had I an iota of what one, blissful and amazing night with him entailed, I would have avoided him like the plague. But he had a certain something about him that had me wrapped up in his gravity.

Fucking hormones.

Stupid pheromones.

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