Page 96 of Bullet
“I hope you are,” I said, wiping between my legs with a towel and searching the floor for my panties.
He snatched the towel from my fingers. “My cum dripping out of you isn’t a fucking joke.”
My brows furrowed. “It isn’t a declaration of love or a marriage proposal either.”
“It is if I’m knocking you up. We’re not having a kid if we’re not married.”
“What?” Emotional whiplash. “You don’t want marriage or children.”
“But you do.” He grabbed a T-shirt off the dresser. “You told me to come inside you.”
My eyes widened. “And you think that means I want a baby?”
“What the fuck am I supposed to think?” He raked his hands over his head and turned away from me. “Fuck, Stormy, you’ve got me twisted up inside.”
I approached him and rested my hands on his back. “Then talk to me.”
He turned, folded his arms around my shoulders, and pulled me into him. “I feel like I’ve cracked my chest open.” He pressed his lips to my head. His heart thudded beneath my face. Muscles flexed in his arms, and his thick, calloused fingers pressed into my flesh. “I want things with you I’ve never wanted before.”
I eased back, canted my face, and stared into his. “And you want a baby?”
“I hate to be the one to tell you this but filling you full of cum is how we make a baby.”
My lips pursed. “I know how babies are made. You said you didn’t want kids.”
“I never said I didn’t want kids. I said I didn’t have any.”
The conversation rushed back through my mind, along with the why. It was the night he’d gone into the bedroom with Scarlett.
“Bullet is never going to settle down. He doesn’t want kids. He plays hard. He doesn’t hide who he is, and he doesn’t judge who I am. I know what we have. He’s always going to be there for me… He’s never going to be faithful to one woman.”
“Bristol and I talked the night you were with Scarlett. I couldn’t understand how she could share you. She said you’d never settle down, that you’d never have kids.”
“Not with her.” He cradled my cheek. “Only you.”
How I wanted him and wanted his words to be true. For a man with a broken faith, he made me a believer.
“I didn’t ask for birth control at the clinic because I have an IUD. I didn’t want to talk to the doctor about it until we talked.”
“Do you want kids?”
I slid my hands over his chest. “I don’t know.”
Four months ago, a dangerous biker in leather became my knight in shiny armor. I only knew I didn’t want to change him. He was rough and gritty. Fierce and loyal to his brothers in the MC. Protective of his girls. And somewhere in there, he’d made a place for me. That was enough for now.
“One day, maybe.” My tummy tumbled. “But only if making a family feels right for both of us.”
“For us? I like that.” With his arms wrapped around me, he inched me toward the bed. When the back of my knees hit the mattress, I scooted onto the bed, tugged down the blanket, and slid beneath the cool sheets.
A twist of arousal spiraled through me. Bullet’s gray eyes focused on me as he stripped out of his jeans, this time taking off his boots, and then climbing into bed with me.
Settled against the pillows, he pulled a cigarette, then tossed the pack on the nightstand. Snuggled next to him, my legs slithered between his, the coarse hair tickling the inside of my calf.
I couldn’t believe he’d come inside me.Thinking I wanted a baby.Even knowing the risks, he’d sacrificed for me. He’d found a way to give me everything I wanted. Even those things I had no right to ask for. Emotions welled within me. I hadn’t spoken words of love and meant them in a long time. I felt them now.
“I don’t need more than this,” I whispered, but it wasn’t what I wanted to say. I wanted more, to declare how important he’d become. Love belonged in songs and poetry, not in the back room of an MC while my biker-boyfriend-pimp planned to kill my sex-trafficking-ex.
A desperate ache in my chest encompassed the raw, exposed need I had for him. My thighs were still slick with wetness as I rolled onto my side. The warm skin of his ribs tightened my nipples.