Luke nodded.
“I heard the boy’s finally doing better,” Downy said around a mouthful of cake. “When’s he get to go home?”
I shook my head. “Only time will tell with him. He’s got some swelling on his brain that’s causing him to act a lot differently than he was before, so they’re waiting for that to go down some more before they make any plans of him getting released.”
“Fuck,” Miller said, pulling his beer up to his lips and taking a sip.
My sentiments exactly.
“You’re pregnant!” Noel crowed. “That’s why you’re not drinking.”
My heart froze in my chest at the declaration from Nikki’s little sister, and I started to pay a little more attention.
“What? No! I’m not!” Nikki shook her head savagely.
Even though she denied it immediately, I started to connect some dots.
Throwing up.
No period that I’d seen as of yet.
And I would’ve noticed any of the million times we’d fucked in the past month and a half.
Weight gain.
Why she needed new pants at the mall today.
Why her nipples were so fuckin’ tender lately.
I’d barely brushed them in the shower this morning, and it had her begging for me all over again.
“’Scuse me,” I muttered, eyes connecting with Nikki’s.
Her eyes widened slightly, flaring with something I couldn’t read, and then disappeared before she schooled her features.
Then she excused herself from her friends and followed me out of the restaurant, then further outside.
I didn’t stop until we were in the shadows along the side of the building.
I could hear Nikki’s flip flops flapping against her feet as she walked behind me.
The wind from the impending storm flapping her skirt as she hurried to catch up to me.
But my strides were too fast for her.
She didn’t catch up to me until I stopped in shadows so deep that I couldn’t tell she was standing in front of me before I moved my arms out to catch her before she slammed into my front.
“Now’s not the time for lying, Nikki,” I said breathlessly.
I was breathless because I was freaking the fuck out.
I was a doctor for fuck’s sake.
I knew the signs.
I was also smarter than I’d been acting.
I guess I wanted so bad to give Nikki the benefit of the doubt that I ignored the signs.
I never looked to see if she was taking the birth control.
Mother. Fucker.
“Michael,” she said, pressing her hand against my abs.
And I suddenly forgot what she and I were fighting about.
Mostly because her mouth was on mine, and her hands were wrapping around my neck.
She held on tight as I started to fight her, but then she pressed those delicious hips against my raging cock, and I forgot that I was mad.
Forgot that my life had just changed.
Forgot that she was trying to distract me.
Because she did distract me.
And I took the bait.
Hook, line, and fucking sinker.
My mouth slammed down on hers as I gathered her up into my arms.
The slinky skirt that reached her ankles tangling up in her legs as I tried to lift her up.
She and I both shoved the skirt up until it rested up around her hips, then I moved until I pressed her against the brick wall of the building we’d just exited.
“Nikki,” I growled, grinding my dick into her *.
“Yeah?” She asked, need evident in her voice.
She rocked her hips against my cock, and keened when I hit her clit just right.
“Please…just don’t lie,” I begged.
She didn’t answer, which I guess that was answer enough.
“Nikki,” I said, reaching between us to rip my cock free from the dress slacks and place it at her entrance. “Why?”
She shook her head. “I did everything right. I swear on my life, Michael. I did everything right.”
My eyes closed, and my heart felt like it was breaking as she sank down slowly onto my cock.
Her heat fisted my dick, covering each and every single inch of skin covering my length.