“I’ve been kicked in the nuts before,” he offers.
I shake my head smiling, despite the worries going through my head.
I go straight to the restroom across the hall when we get close to his room. He doesn’t seem to notice that I took my purse. It probably just seems like I really had to go. Locking the bathroom door behind me, I take out the three pregnancy test kits and set them on the counter.
I carefully read the directions on the back of the package. My hands tremble as I take each cellophane-wrapped stick out of its box. There are only two possibilities. I’m either pregnant or I’m not. Two tiny lines mean I’m pregnant. If two lines show up on any of these sticks, it will change the course of my entire life.
I quickly tear open the packages, drop my pants, and pee on all three sticks one after another because getting it all over with in one go sounds like the most efficient way to navigate this situation. I lay them in a line on the floor in front of me and stare down, waiting for something to show in the viewing window. My jangled nerves can hardly stand the wait.
I realize I’m feeling a mixture of anxiety and excitement. Regardless of whatever else is going on in my life, I want to have Flint’s baby.
That’s when it happens. All three sticks show faint pink lines. I watch breathlessly as the lines grow darker. Stunned, I try to get my head around the fact that I’m carrying Flint’s baby. My hand comes up to rest over my stomach. I think about how, even now, our son or daughter is growing inside me, totally unaware of all the danger and chaos in our life.
I pick up each stick and clean it in the sink, careful not to get water in the viewing windows. I don’t want to keep them necessarily, but I don’t want Flint to find them either. So, I opt to stuff all three boxes and the plastic strips into one box and tuck it back inside my purse.
I need some time to myself to process this, so I turn on the shower and start to take off my clothes.
That’s when someone knocks loudly on the door. “Darlin’?” Flint’s worried voice asks. “You okay in there?”
I shove my purse closer to the sink and throw my property cut over it before answering the door.
“I’m fine. Would you like to have a shower with me?”
He’s just wearing a black T-shirt and jeans slung low on his hips. And he’s got a stack of towels and fresh clothing in his hands.
“Hell, yeah!” he says with a grin as he nudges the door shut with his elbow.
He lays the stack of towels and clothing on the sink, puts his hands on my waist, and tugs me closer. His mouth covers mine, teasing me and ramping up my desire. He knows just how to touch me to make me want him. When I pull back to get some air, he drags his lips down along the column of my throat. His lips land on a soft spot below my ear, and he takes his time kissing and licking the spot until I moan with need. “Please, babe,” I beg shamelessly.
“Please what? Tell me what you want, Jules.”
I grab a fistful of his shirt and pull it upwards. “For starters, I want you in the shower with me.”
We quickly shed our clothing and step beneath the warm shower spray. We soap up our hands and touch each other. I start with his big, muscular chest, and he runs his hands up and down my back. In this small space, we’re able to shut out all our problems and just focus on each other.
I can remember when my fondest wish was for him just to notice I was there, and now look at us. Standing naked together, sharing the same air as we touch and kiss. I enjoy having his entire focus on me.
He pulls back just enough to look at me. “You like bein’ mine, don’t you, darlin’?”
I run my hands up his chest and pull him down for another kiss. Right before our lips meet, I tell him, “You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted. My first and my last. Did you know that?”
“That you hadn’t been with another man? I suspected.”
“You’re all I want, babe,” I whisper before kissing him. Kissing Flint is everything in my world. It’s the tenderness, passion, and intimacy I’ve always craved and the overwhelming feelings of desire that I can barely contain.
The next thing I know, he’s lifting me onto his cock, pressing my back against the shower wall. I hold on tighter and help lift myself up because this is new, exciting, and makes me forget about all the things weighing on my mind. When he slides home, I can feel his thick cock everywhere. This is the first time we’ve had sex somewhere other than the bed, and I’m totally there for it. When he begins moving his hips, sliding his cock in and out of my trembling pussy, I find words of encouragement tumbling out of my mouth, along with compliments on how wet he makes me. Everything I say seems to make him more aroused. And an aroused Flint is an enthusiastic Flint. He sets a steady rhythm, and all I have to do is relax against the shower wall and enjoy it. Flint is every woman’s wet dream when it comes to giving pleasure. He’s attentive, dedicated and knows his way around my body.
Chapter 18
Jules
Three weeks have gone by since taking the pregnancy tests. I wanted to toss them someplace where Flint wouldn’t find them. When push came to shove, I couldn’t let them go. Instead, I threw out the packaging, sealed the three test strips into a small zipper bag, and put them beneath everything in my purse. Flint would never search through my purse. That bought me a little time to plan out the proper time and place to broach the conversation.
I’ve spent the past three weeks at the clubhouse, after everything that happened, Flint thought it was too risky for me to be at the gun shop. However, everything has been peaceful.
We’re still waiting on the results of the blood sample in the sedan’s trunk, but Jasper spoke to the lab the other day and we should get them this week. Detective Morgan says the crime lab is still backed up, so it’s a good job we decided to take matters into our own hands.
Tessa is noticing that I don’t drink alcohol anymore. I caught her and Queenie with their heads together, whispering the other day. I think they’re onto me. They’ve not said anything to me yet, and I know they wouldn’t go behind my back and ask Flint. I want to tell him, to think that his baby is growing inside me is wonderful. But I can’t help but be scared of his reaction. We’ve only been together for a short while. What if he says it’s too soon? What if he doesn’t want this? I know in my heart of hearts that he’d be a great father, and he’s always been the responsible type. But still… I’m trying to find the right moment,except while all this is hanging over us seems like the worst moment in the world.
