Looking over my shoulder he has his mouth parted in a sexy way, his forehead creased with exertion. His chest is taught, his biceps flexed to the max. He slows his pace, and it catches me off guard. Zeek has never gone slow, even when I had my wreck he was hard, and in control.
His eyes looking at me as he slowly pumps in and out of me. That look on his face, it cuts right down to my heart. It’s a look all woman want. Like he might lose me tomorrow, and if he did he might die. It’s right then that I know I’ll never love another man like I do Zeek. He and I may not be good for one another, may be different from every aspect, but it doesn’t fade what I feel for him. If anything, it fuels it.
“I love you,” I mouth, my head bumping into the headboard.
“I love you,” he mouths back.
My core tingles with a pleasuring warmth. Turning my head into the mattress, a moan spills from my mouth as an orgasm rocks my limbs so hard I can barely breathe.
Zeek’s cock pulses as he spills warm cum into me. A flash of heat starts in my spine and spreads through my limbs as pleasure knifes through my body.
Falling next to me, we both pant. His eyes finding mine.
“I’m keeping the baby.” I word vomit. I cringe at my after sex talk.
He nods, his eyes never leaving mine. “I hoped you would.”
“Then why didn’t you say keep it?” I’m a little angry he made me decide everything.
“I didn’t want my opinion to influence your decision. If you didn’t want to keep it deep down, and you did because of me then you’d just resent me later.”
“I hate how smart you are sometimes.” I narrow my eyes at him.
Looking at the ceiling, Alessandra comes to mind.
“I need to tell Alessandra.” God, I can literally hear her gasp from here when I tell her I’m pregnant.
“Why don’t you go see her, I’m sure she’s worried about you. I’m going to go get my club back in order.” He raises from the bed.
“Is it safe?” I swallow hard, knowing Cross is out there somewhere is unsettling.
“I’ll have Mac tail you. What did you actually think? I was just going to let you go off by yourself?” He’s serious.
“Seriously? I don’t need a babysitter, I can take care of myself.”
He gives my ass a smack.
“It’s non-negotiable. I need to get to my club, so either you can come with me until I’m done, or Mac can follow you.”
“Gah! You’re impossible!”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Jillian
GETTING IN MY JEEP I head to the Blue Café, if Alessandra is not there then I’ll swing by her place and wait for her till she shows up. Glancing in my rear view mirror Mac is right behind me on his motorcycle. I have to admit, I feel safer knowing he’s there.
Noticing Alessandra’s squad car in the parking lot, I pull in and go inside. She’s sitting in our booth with a plate of food in front of her, her head shoved into a folder, with a pen in hand.
Sliding into the booth I grab a fry and pop it into my mouth. Her eyes flick up angrily, and her face pales.
“OH MY GOD!” She jumps over the table, pulling me into a death-gripping hug. “I have been so fucking worried,” she cries into my shoulder.
“I’m fine,” I laugh, trying to pry her arms off me. She tightens her hug, nearly cutting my breathing off. “Love me less!” I croak, slapping at her hands.
She pulls back, and wipes at her teary eyes.
“Where have you been?” Sitting down in her seat, my eyes fall to the folder. There are print outs of my face on a missing person’s poster. “Oh, yeah, I was going to put them up today.”
I smile. It’s nice to know if I go missing someone around here would look for me.
I tell her everything about what happened. How I didn’t kill my father, how we ran to the Devil’s Dust, about Frank, even Cross, and how it all ended.
She sits there staring at me, mouth popped open.
“Say something,” I insist.
“Holy shit.” She flips her hair over her shoulder. “Looks like our favorite outlaw saved the day then.”
Looking out the window, I brace myself. “There is one other thing.” Glancing back at her, her eyebrows raise in waiting. “I’m pregnant.”
Her face goes lax. “Shut up, that’s so not funny.” I don’t laugh. “You’re serious?” Her eyes widen like saucers. “Are you keeping it?”
I nod, biting on my bottom lip. “You know you’ll have desk duty for like a year, right?”
I scoff. “I don’t even have a job right now, I was wanted last time I checked.”
Her lips twist sympathetically. “You should just go to the department and explain to them what happened.”
“If I do that then I throw Zeek under the bus of the justice system. They’re going to want to know who killed my father, and then they’re going to want proof.”
“I see your point. Tell them Cross shot your dad then. Where is the weapon now?”
“I don’t know, we ran, remember?”
“That’s right…Well, you know as well as I do, no evidence, no crime.”
I don’t want to talk about this anymore. It’s making me sick to my stomach just thinking about going to the department and lying.
“How is my mother? Have you talked to her today?” I change the subject.