Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
I can’t help but bristle against his nosiness, even though I know the record needs to be set straight. I’m sure Rachel’s little meltdown and admission in the locker room that’s she’s pregnant has made all the rounds, and every single person in this house knows about it.
But that’s Rachel’s story to tell how she sees fit. I’ve only told Cage—and I let Rachel know I did—and that’s the way I’m keeping it.
Before I can even brush Benji off, Locke elbows him in the ribs and nods at something behind me. “Ask her yourself.”
I turn around to see Rachel talking to Hannah, clutching a bottle of water in her hands. She’s got her hair pulled back in that short ponytail, which is nothing but about two inches of hair hanging out the end. Locks have fallen loose and frame her pretty face, making her look young and fresh. She’s wearing a pair of frayed denim shorts, a loose tank top, and flat sandals. She’s dressed the part for a late spring cookout.
As if she can sense my stare, she turns slightly away from Hannah and locks her eyes with mine. Even though we’ve spent every night together since that amazing one at The Wicked Horse almost a week ago, I can’t really say we’re dating. Otherwise, we would have come to the cookout together.
Instead, I woke up in my bed this morning with her mouth on my cock. The woman loves to suck my dick, and I love her doing it. I let her this time, barely controlling myself from pouncing and fucking her. She swallowed me down when I came and then gave me a hard kiss before she rolled out of bed. I had thought briefly about asking her if she wanted to ride together today, but I hadn’t.
I knew the answer would be “no”.
Rachel has set the boundaries. We can stay the night at each other’s house or we can fuck in The Wicked Horse. We haven’t been back to the club since the night I staked my claim on her while Kynan watched me fuck her. That was awesome in and of itself, and I’m sure we’ll go back. It’s just that each night this week, she’s shown up at my house a little after dinner and I gladly let her in.
Rachel turns and says something else to Hannah, but then she’s heading my way. Her eyes flit from me to Cage to Locke to Benji, then back to me again by the time she reaches us.
“What’s up?” she asks, the same casual question Locke asked me when I walked up.
No one says a word. Benji and Locke just stare at her, hoping perhaps she’ll blurt out the details of what’s going on with her. Cage sips his beer, watching with amusement.
I save the awkwardness by saying, “I just got here. Haven’t even seen Kynan yet.”
“He’s probably out manning the grill,” she surmises as she takes a sip of her bottled water. Benji and Locke watch her intently, as if the fact she’s drinking water confirms she’s knocked up.
Finally, Benji gets up the nerve to ask, “Want a beer, Hart? I’ll go get you one.”
“No thanks,” she says with a pleasant smile, but I can tell by the tone in her voice she knows damn well why the question was asked.
“Wine?” Locke asks, adding, “There’s red and white.”
Rachel rolls her eyes. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
She turns her attention to me. “Is it going to be like this all day?”
“Probably,” I say with a sympathetic wince. Cage snickers.
Rachel shoves her water bottle at me, and I almost bobble my beer making a grab for it. She puts a hand to my shoulder and uses me for leverage to climb on a chair I’m standing next to. Putting her fingers in her mouth, she lets fly a piercing shriek of a whistle, which cuts through all the chatter.
Total silence and all eyes are on Rachel.
“Thank you for your attention,” she calls to the people standing around Kynan’s living room, which spills into the kitchen. A few people come wandering in from the patio to check out what’s going on. “As I’m sure you all have heard the gossip by now, I wanted to confirm that I am indeed pregnant. Eight weeks today as a matter of fact. So, you can all stop whispering about it and prodding me with sly questions that aren’t all that sly. Is that clear?”
No one says a word.
“Good. A few other things you need to know. I have the doctor’s clearance to continue to work for now. If any of you have an issue with me being pregnant, come talk to me privately. More importantly, because I know this is also being gossiped about… the baby is Bodie’s. It was not planned, but we’re dealing with it the best we can. Now, if no one has any questions, I’m fucking starved. Eating for two and all that. I’ll be out near the grill getting a hamburger or four.”