Fuck gravity.
With Cage I never wanted to stop falling.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
OH BABY!
CAGE
My dad kept me grounded.I never asked for more than I needed. Wants were a luxury for the greedy. Every action was preceded by intellectual contemplation. There was no room for impulsiveness if the mind stayed focused.
I never did drugs, not so much as a joint. I never drank beyond the legal limit unless I was in my own apartment, and by my senior year of college I abstained from all alcohol. Something shifted when my dad died. All the anger I had was channeled into this razor-sharp focus on being the best. My body became a temple. The game became everything.
But then … Lake.
She became my drug, a heady cocktail of everything. The high I got from her was beyond anything imaginable. I was addicted and I acted like a fucking junkie around her. Iwantedand Itookover and over again. The greed was a drug of its own, so was the impulsiveness. With her I’d jump off any cliff without looking down… without looking back.
I felt it. I could have stopped. I could have pulled out, but—addiction, greed, impulsiveness,her. With Lake’s back pinned against the oversized door to my pantry, I rocked up into her one last time. Filling her withallof me. Her breathycry and her tight pussy clenching my dick made me harder even as I came inside of her.
I came inside of her.
I should have pulled out, but I didn’t. Instead, I grazed my teeth along her shoulder, nipping at her skin. The salty taste enticing me totakemore. Ducking my head, I sucked her nipple into my mouth. When I bit down, her pussy clenched again around my cock, and just like that I was so fucking hard again.
“Cage,” she moaned my name, her head falling back against the door as she ground against me. “More…”
A drug… Lake Jones wasthedrug for me. I’d happily die high on her. No regrets.
LAKE
My fingers relinquishedtheir grip on his dress shirt that was no longer white and crisp. The wet, sweat-stained fabric clung to his chest as he eased me onto the bed, slowly pulling out of me as he stood. He could have dropped me to my feet in the kitchen, but he didn’t. It was just another one of a million things Cage did that showed me how much he loved me.
With slightly-narrowed eyes on me, he tucked himself back into his briefs.
I felt his look. I felt it warm and starting to trickle out of me.
What. Did. We. Do?
I sat up and hurried to the bathroom.
“Lake?” he called after me.
“I’m… I’m just going to take a quick bath.” Reality shot through my veins, bringing on a whole new round of sweat, jolting my heart into overdrive, and robbing my lungs of all oxygen.
What. Did. We. Do?
After sitting on the toilet praying for gravity to be stronger than sperm, I turned on the faucet. I propped my prosthetic up against the wall and sat on the edge of the tub to remove the socket and peel off the liner. Easing into the steamy water, it felt so good I moaned. Would it be my last hot bath? Were pregnant women restricted to warm baths? Was I pregnant? Could I even be pregnant that fast?
A chaotic zoo of thoughts crowed my mind. There was always the morning after pill. Would that defeat the purpose of offering to be Cage’s baby mama? Thaddeus… he would kill me. I wasn’t sure if he was serious about me needing new legs for pregnancy. Would an expanding belly really change my leg?
“Hey.” Cage smiled as he cracked open the door, like he needed an invite to come into his own bathroom.
“Hi.” I shoved as much enthusiasm, as much yay-we’re-having-a-baby into my voice as possible. The lines along his brow reflected I failed to hit the mark. Maybe I wasn’t such a good liar after all. “You look tired.”
He peeled off his shirt. “Just a side effect of game day. When the adrenaline, especially after a win, wears off, all that’s left are an aching body and exhaustion.”
In that moment I felt guilty about the sex, beyond the minor detail that we may have in fact created a life. I was the one who requested he nail me to the wall. Okay, I didn’t use those exact words, but when he started to carry me out of the kitchen I said, “No. Right here.” The only way he could makeherework was to use the pantry door.
“Shit. I didn’t even think about that. I’m sorry. We should not have?—”
