She tenses in my arms. “Full?”
Chloe
I’m such an idiot.
Yes, I remember Ryder mentioning he didn’t have a condom that first night. And I remember telling him it was fine. After all, it was only the one time and I wanted it more than anything. I was prepared for the risk.
But all the other times?
Every single time Ryder was inside me over the last few days—and it was definitely more than a few—he’d been bare. And every single time, he’d come hard until his seed was dripping down my legs.
“Chloe?”
He’s still inside me, my body pressed up to his. I love the full feeling his still-hard dick gives me. I love knowing he’s come inside me, unprotected. I love…him.
Again, the thought slips into my consciousness, but this time I don’t push it away.
I wiggle my head back against his chest. “I love how you fill me up, too.”
He moans in response, and I swear I feel his dick twitch to life inside me.
“But you know what that could mean…”
I suck in a breath and hold it for a beat before exhaling. “I do. But I’m not worried.”
“You want a?—”
“Oh no!” I stop him before he thinks I’m a crazy woman who wants a baby with a man I’d only just met. Even though it’s true.It’s soverytrue. I can’t help it, but the idea of having Ryder’s baby makes me feel so good. So happy.
I’d never have to leave this beautiful place. Or this beautiful man. We could stay here together, doingresearch,and I could write my books and…it’s only just a fantasy. So I force myself to say, “What I mean is that I track my cycle and it’s not my time of the month. I can’t get pregnant right now.”
“Oh. You can’t?”
Is it my imagination, or does he sound disappointed?
“No. It would be a pretty slim chance.” My hands move by reflex to my stomach. A slim chance, yes. But not zero. I squeeze my eyes shut and say a silent prayer that there’s a baby in my belly. Ryder’s baby.
“That’s probably for the best then.”
Again, he sounds disappointed.
“The storm stopped, and we’re going to have to get going today.”
“Oh.” It’s my turn to sound disappointed. I snuggle back into him, pushing his cock deeper inside me. “But maybe we don’t have to leave quite yet?”
Ryder chuckles, his hand once more settling between my legs, where he instantly thrums me back to life. “I think we can probably hold off a little bit longer,” he says. “After all, I want to be sure you’ve done enough research for all the books you want to write.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Chloe
Ahot shower feels good. But not nearly as good as the bath Ryder drew for me the day before. The trek back to the lodge didn’t take long, with the sun shining and the storm over. As far as I was concerned, it didn’t take nearly long enough.
With every step we took closer to the lodge, I felt as if I were getting further and further away from Ryder. His brothers, Jaxon and Briggs, greeted us in the equipment shed. Before I knew it, Jaxon had bundled me up and escorted me to my room with promises of dinner on the house and their most expensive bottle of wine as an apology for the inconvenience of spending a few nights in the rustic hunting shed.
I know he’s worried about the article and what I’m going to write, but there’s no way I can tell him the truth. That as beautiful and luxurious as the lodge is, the remote cabin was the best part of my trip. By far.
No. It was best to keep the details of our snowed-in stay secret. Ryder hadn’t said anything, not that I expected him to.After all, we weren’t in a relationship. Despite what my heart thought.
