“How long have you been awake, waiting to pop that question?”he rumbles in a raw with sleep voice.
He reaches for the mug on the bedside table and takes a sip while staring over the rim at me.
I huff out a frustrating breath and swallow down the last bit of my coffee.“We didn’t use a condom, or condoms for that matter.”
A sly grin tugs his kissable mouth.“I’m very aware of the way you felt when I was bare inside you.I figured it didn’t make much of a difference since I already shoved my cum inside you the last time when I came all over your back, and also in your ass.Both times it dripped down your pussy and I fingerfucked you into another orgasm, remember?”
My heart skips and my mind spins.When did I have my last period?They aren’t regular, and I’m sure...shit.Did I skip a period?Am I late because...oh.
“To answer your question, yes.I want kids.It would be one hell of a bonus if you’re the baby momma.I’d have your sweet and tight pussy all to myself.”
My eyes widen at his response and all my mind has to offer is, “My pussy wouldn’t be as tight after I push a head the size of a melon through it.”
Macsen barks out a laugh and has to hold his mug away from the bed to prevent it from spilling the coffee from the way his body shakes.
Swinging my legs off the bed I mutter, “I wasn’t joking.”
“Your pussy will be fine, darlin’.Besides, every damn minute I spend with you spikes a thrill through my veins.”He gives me a leveled look.“Not the kind of thrill an assassin would draw out.I know what you’re capable of, and it’s why I’d never underestimate you.It’s the connection we have.The way we burn up as soon as we collide, that’s what assures me we have potential for more.Especially since no other woman has managed to hold my attention for more than a quick fuck, nothing compared to the compulsion you flare inside me by fucking like bunnies all through the night.”
My lips part while my brain is trying to come up with a reply.
The chance to skip saying anything is offered to me by the ringing of my phone.Anger flares when I notice my father’s number flashing across the screen.
“What?”I snap.
“My office ten minutes,” he grunts and ends the call.
“Someone else also needs more coffee to start the day,” Macsen rumbles and places his empty mug on the bedside table.
I watch his sculpted ass walk into the bathroom.The way this man makes me feel is terrifying.Having him in my space as the first man ever doesn’t make it any easier, as is the thought of being pregnant already from the first night we shared two months ago.
My phone is still in my hand and I quickly surf the web to order stuff online, including a pregnancy test.If anything, it would grant me a way out.Not only from my father’s bidding, but especially the arranged marriage that’s still in place.
After placing the order, I quickly get dressed, as does Macsen, and strap all my weapons to my body.Time to hopefully get more information from my father.I’m guessing that’s what put him in a bad mood this morning, or maybe it was the knowledge Macsen spent the night under his roof.
Being pregnant by a biker would be a huge middle finger to my father, though that’s not a good reason to be happy with a pregnancy.Perks.Extra perks.Shit.First, I need to take a test to see if I am indeed pregnant, then I’ll handle whatever comes after.
Besides, Macsen might blabber stuff about liking my pussy now, but the men I’ve been around aren’t loyal to their wives.Some cheat behind closed doors, others out in the open.I’ve been to the Wisely Dicey clubhouse and have seen the scantily dressed chicks hop from cock to cock.The biker lifestyle doesn’t have a good monogamous reputation.
Judgement.It’s overflowing my mind.I take a breath and remind myself to deal with one thing at a time.First, I need to handle the fiancé situation.And why the hell is there more than one of them?Not to mention, snuff movies.Killing the enemy is one thing, killing for pleasure, or for someone else’s entertainment?I’ll gladly feel the warmth of another Gideon’s blood drip from my hands than to let them continue with their shady side business.
