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“You’ve been out for the last nine hours,” he says when we break our kiss.
Excuse me?
What?
He’s smiling.
Why in the hell would he smile when there’s something wrong with me?
“W-what?” I push up to sit.
Marcus pushes me right back down to the bed.
His smile transforms into a sinister grin. His fingers bite into the flesh of my ass.
“You were tired.” He grabs me beneath my thigh, hiking my leg over his. His hard cock presses to my belly, one fingertip probing my asshole. “That’s a good sign.”
“Nine hours? In the middle of the day?” I frown, but don’t fight him. “That can’t be good. Tell me you see that.”
He shakes his head deliberately slow. When his gaze lowers to my stomach and stays there, I understand.
Boy, do I understand.
“No.” My hand flings to my navel, grazing his hard cock. “No. We haven’t even talked to Rylan or my parents. We… It was a kink. Breeding me was a kink. It’s too soon.”
“Not too soon,” Marcus groans, rocking his hips into my hand and stomach. “It’s right, Leighton. This, like us, couldn’t have been more right. Even if it’s right now.”
“We can’t be sure.” I swallow around the knot in my throat. “Maybe I’m exhausted. Just exhausted.”
“I’m fucking sure, Leigh.” Marcus spanks me, the smack unforgiving. His eyes are still hungry. Ravenous. “This is the universe telling us we were always meant to be.”
“I’m not saying I don’t want it,” I murmur as I try to make sense of my world. Our world. Eventually, I blink, gazing at Marcus from beneath my eyelashes. “I’m scared.”
“You’re brave. So brave.” The kiss he plants on my forehead sends warmth through me. “You faced me. You drowned in that pool out there to put me in my place. Let the man who’s taken you to induce you. You can handle our baby. Besides, you won’t be alone. I’ll always be there. I’m never leaving you again. Never.”
A sprinkle of happiness permeates through the cloud of panic. This feels like hope. Slowly, I’m able to breathe again.
I have Marcus. I have myself.
Ry loves babies too. There’s no way she’ll try to kill me, her best friend, if I’m carrying her little half-brother or sister in my womb.
Right?
Right?
Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.
Marcus’s phone on the nightstand slices throughout our moment.
“Hold that thought.” He waits for me to nod, then reaches back. Facing me again, his body close to mine, he takes the call. “Dr. Hatchett?”
“Dad, hi.” I hear Rylan’s voice, high-pitched and overly excited. Her murderous voice. “I’ve missed you. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’ve been avoiding me.”
“Rylan.” Marcus brings the phone to his face. His eyebrows scrunch and his mouth curls in a snarl as he double-checks the caller ID. “Where’s Dr. Hatchett?”
“The old hag who lied to me? Who told me she hadn’t talked to you since you bailed on your. Own. Fucking. Daughter?” The longer Ry talks, her saccharine tone changes into hysterical screams. “You mean her, Dad?”
“Rylan, you don’t want to test me.” Marcus puts the phone on speaker, dropping it on the bed between us. He pulls up his briefs and jeans from the floor, taking the phone with him as he heads to the closet. “Tell me she’s fine.”
