“Where the hell are you off to?” I angrily asked.
Keela lifted her hand and waved without turning around. “Me first therapist appointment is in half an hour. I need to leave here; otherwise, I’ll pass out from laughin’. Laters.”
I huffed, “Right. Good luck, you’ll do great.”
“I second that,” Kane said from behind me. “See you later, darling.”
“Be good. Both of you,” Keela shouted, then laughed as she closed the front door behind her.
“No promises,” Kane answered.
I turned to face him and glared so hard I hurt my face.
“Kitchen. Now,” I snarled and brushed past his large body as I walked down the hallway and into the empty kitchen. I glanced around the room and frowned. I knew Branna was at work because she had horribly long shifts from Monday to Friday this month, but I had no clue where Ryder was.
“Where is Ryder?” I asked.
Kane shrugged his shoulders. “I just walked down the stairs, how should I know where he is?”
The attitude!
“You need to perk up and stop being such a cheeky prick. I’m gettin’ fed up with you being so rude and snippy with me. I’m here to help you, not receive your dick tantrums,” I said as I stretched up and grabbed his insulin kit from the middle shelf in the cabinet above the toaster. I also grabbed the pouch that contained his glucose meter. I needed that to check his blood sugar levels before I injected any insulin.
“Take the damn pregnancy test and I won’t act like such a fucking dick to you.”
I froze then turned around.
I managed to go the entire day without thinking about that situation.
“Is that what this is about?” I asked. “You make it hell for me to get your insulin into you, you act like the mother of all fuckers, and all because I haven’t taken a pregnancy test yet. Are you bloody serious?”
Kane shot forward and got in my personal space. He glared down at me as I pressed back into the kitchen counter. I held his stare, but my nerve was slipping with each passing second because when Kane was mad, he looked terrifying.
“Yes,” he growled. “That is exactly why I’m behaving this way. I want to know if you’re pregnant. I’m done waiting.”
I was done waiting too, but fear stopped me from taking a test. I put it off every chance I got. I barely plucked up the courage to check Ryder and Branna’s bathroom for the test I previously took, but it was gone, and I was too scared to ask if someone found it.
I groaned, “I told you that me, Bronagh, and Branna made a deal to do it together tomorrow. It’s Saturday, Branna and I have no work so it’s the best time.”
“Why? Why can’t you do this without them?” Kane asked, exasperated.
I shrugged my shoulders. “We started this together, seems only right to end it together.”
Kane’s jaw set. “If you’re pregnant then we started it together, not the girls.”
Thanks for the reminder.
I swallowed. “We’ll find out tomorrow, okay? Stop puttin’ so much pressure on me. I’m scared out of me mind. If I am pregnant then me life as I know it is about to change forever.”
“If you are then mine will too,” Kane growled and lowered his head to mine. “Me and you, remember? We’re in this together.”
Damn him.
“Why do you do that? You enrage me one minute then melt me the next.”
Kane smiled, and as usual, it transformed his beautiful face.
“I make you melt? Like the panty soaking kind of melting?”
He was disgusting.
I grunted. “No. You make me melt, as in you erase the bad and replace it with good when you’re nice—which isn’t often.”
Kane frowned then and gave me his finger so I could test his blood sugar. “I’m sorry, okay?”
I checked the results on the meter then regarded him for a moment before I nodded my head. “Apology accepted, now pull down your trousers.”
Kane waggled his eyebrows at me. “Damn. You wanna fuck? Babydoll, I am so game.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Watch it.”
Kane winked. “A blowjob then? I’d rather fuck that pretty *, but your mouth will do just—”
“Finish that sentence and I’ll cut it off. I swear.”
Kane laughed to himself as he gripped the band of his trousers and pushed them down. Thankfully, he left his boxers in place this time. He reached down and pulled up his boxers until his full thigh was showing. I turned and got his insulin pen from the kit, set the number of units he would be receiving then turned around and kneeled before him.
“You know something? I’ve never had the same woman on her knees so often in front of me and not have her suck my cock,” Kane mused as he reached over and ran his fingers through my hair.
I shook my head. “There’s a first time for everythin’, germinator.”
Kane tugged on my hair and it made me hiss. “Lose that stupid nickname.”
I smirked. “Lose babydoll.”
“Not a chance, babydoll,” Kane teased.