“Yes,” I grumbled. “It was probably just something I ate.”
“But we ate the same things,” he pressed.
Getting out of the truck, I grabbed my duffel out of the back and slammed the door, stalking up the steps of the main house.
“Hey! Blake, talk to me!”
Spinning around, I scowled at him. “I’m fine. I felt sick. Maybe I’m coming down with something. It’s as simple as that. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to go inside and fall into bed. We’ve been up for hours, and your mother said we can sleep in your old room. And that sounds like the most amazing thing in the world right now.”
The way he was looking at me—the concern in his eyes—should have made me feel better. He was a good man and he cared about me, but I was hiding something from him, and if I was right, our lives were about to change all over again.
“Sure,” he finally answered, walking up the steps to unlock the door.
I felt horrible for snapping at him, but until I figured this out, I would be on edge. Sleep was all I needed. Maybe it was just the stress messing with me. I might not really be pregnant.
“It’s the first door on the right,” he murmured. “I’ll grab the rest of the bags.”
“Thanks.”
Hauling my bag over my shoulder, I climbed the stairs, pushing through the exhaustion I felt deep in my bones. Opening the door, I chuckled at the quaint look of the room. A wood bed frame with a flowery bedspread and lace curtains, it was like I’d stepped into another dimension.
Tossing the bag at the foot of the bed, I was about to crawl under the covers when I realized how bad I smelled, not only from the fire, but from the many hours of driving.
Thankfully, there was a bathroom attached with a shower. After stripping off my clothes, I stepped into the steamy shower and groaned at the feel of the hot spray on my back.
“Hey, what’s all that moaning in there?” Parker asked. “Tell me there’s no one in there with you.”
“Please, like I could really handle more than one man.”
The curtain pulled back and Parker stepped in, his muscular body on full display for me and instantly waking me up. Dark tattoos trailed over his skin in intricate swirls and patterns that I loved to trace.
But every time I touched him, it always led to something else.
His thumb brushed against my nipple, followed by a chuckle that I knew all too well. “Baby, it’s been too long.”
“It’s been two days,” I groaned, tipping my head back into the water as his other hand slid between my legs.
“That’s always too fucking long.”
His hard length prodded against my stomach as he stepped closer. I loved everything he did to me, even though he was too big for me. It always took some adjusting, but the end result was always worth it.
“Just you tonight, baby,” he whispered in my ear.
“What about you?”
“You’re about to fall over where you stand.”
I hummed in agreement, focusing on the feel of his fingers between my legs and the strumming of the pad of his thumb against my nipple. My heart kicked up as he slid a finger inside me, pumping in and out of my pussy. My hands gripped his arms, holding on tight as I felt my body reaching a fever pitch. I couldn’t hold on, couldn’t stop the train from flying off the track as my orgasm pitched.
Crying out, he slammed his lips over mine, drowning my cries as he continued to tease me through my orgasm. Seconds turned into minutes as I waited for my heart to stop thumping so damn hard in my chest.
Slowly, I opened my eyes and stared into his piercing gaze. God, he was sobeautiful. Would it really be so bad if I were pregnant with his child? Not at all. I just wasn’t sure I was ready to hang up my boots and trade them in for burp cloths and an apron.
“There she is,” he whispered. “Thought I lost you there for a little bit tonight.”
“No, just?—”
“Tired. Yeah, I got that.” He pressed a kiss to my lips and grabbed the washcloth, filling it with soap.
