“When are you going to speak to him?”
“Soon.” My stomach growls, and Kane chuckles. “But right now, my concern is getting you and our baby fed.”
“We don’t even know for sure that there’s a baby in there.”
Sure, the pregnancy tests were all positive, and my period hasn’t come two months in a row. And then there’s the fact that my body is already changing, and morning sickness has also been in full swing. But until I see the baby myself, I don’t think it’ll sink in.
“Well, if there’s not, we could always work on putting one in there.”
Kane playfully waggles his brows, and even though he’s only joking, the idea of having sex with him isn’t funny.
Another symptom of being pregnant is being horny. And unfortunately, my vibrator and fingers don’t compare to the way Kane expertly works my body.
My gaze bounces from Kane’s face to his cock, and I briefly wonder if I could offer to suck him off. It wouldn’t fill me up, but it would satiate a different hunger.
“You’re thinking about me fucking you again, aren’t you?” Kane laughs.
“No,” I rasp. “I was thinking about sucking you off.” I stand and round the desk. “But since you were a bad boy and fucked with my head and heart, it’s not happening. Not only did you fuck up your sex life, but you fucked up mine too.”
“Oh, Princess.” Kane grabs me by my hips and pulls me into his lap. “Give me five minutes with that pretty pussy, and I’ll show you just howgoodI can be.”
The hardness rubbing against my center has me wanting to say yes, but then I remember everything he did, and I force myself to shake my head.
“Not yet,” I choke out. “I need time.”
Kane immediately sobers. “I know. I’m sorry. I got caught up in the moment.” He kisses my temple and helps me stand. “You have time. I promise.”
36
Brielle
Morning sickness sucks.
I used to start my morning with a latte and a muffin. Now, I start it with my head in a toilet bowl. I dread opening my eyes, knowing what’s to come. If I could, I’d sleep until noon and then wake up, but my body is so used to getting up early that by seven in the morning, I’m awake, whether I like it or not.
“Hopefully, this will end soon,” Kane says, handing me a warm washcloth. “But until it does, I got you a few things.”
He leaves the room, and while he’s gone, I brush my teeth and rinse out my mouth. I’m just turning off the sink when he returns, carrying a large wicker basket.
“What’s this?” I ask curiously.
I follow him out to the bedroom, and he sets it on the bed.
Inside, there are several items such as a pregnancy journal, filled with blank pages I can write in. Fluffy socks, a water bottle, herbal tea, ginger gum, lotion for stretch marks …
I pick up theWhat to Expect When You’re Expectingbook, and Kane says, “I got one too. I was thinking we could read it together.”
He glances at me sheepishly, and my heart squeezes in my chest.
“These are pregnancy pops,” he explains, lifting a pack of lollipops that were hidden behind the journal. “They help with nausea. At least the woman at the storesaid they do.”
“You bought all this for me?” I choke out, overcome with emotion. “When?”
“Yesterday, but I had to put it all together, so I did it after you fell asleep last night.”
I glance at the basket, tears pricking my eyes, and then I throw my arms around Kane’s neck. “You’re not playing fair,” I cry, repeating what I said to him a few days ago.
“I’m playing to win, Princess,” he murmurs. “Especially since the prize is a life with you.” He pulls back. “Go get ready. In case you forgot, your appointment is this morning.”
