Page 95 of Weston’s Treasure

“Yeah?”

“I think so. I’m normally regular and I need to look at the calendar to be sure, but I think I was supposed to start yesterday.”

Weston didn’t say another word as he drove the back roads to the farmhouse. However, the sexy grin never faded.

Finally, I couldn’t stand the silence anymore, mainly because I was seriously freaking out inside. I turned sideways in my seat and said, “Say something!”

“Hope you don’t get your period.”

That was what he said—straight out. No bullshit, no cushioning the declaration. Nothing. Just “hope you don’t get your period”.

Needless to say, I was speechless. Was he crazy? Of course he was, apparently I was, too, because I knew this could happen, we’d talked about it, yet never once had we used protection. I’d lost my damn mind.

“Wes—”

“Know that freaks you out. Know we talked about this and I think I made myself clear, it’s your body, your choice, and you still gave yourself to me knowing I was going bare. You had options, you could’ve at any point made a different choice. Now faced with the strong possibility that we made a baby, I see you’re freaking out. But I need you to take a minute and breathe, remember what we talked about. If you’re pregnant, it’s not you going at it alone, it’s us starting our family.”

I’m a fairly intelligent woman. Independent. Hard-working. Self-aware enough to know I’m a little nuts. So, intellectually I knew all of this was fast. I was smart enough to know that we should’ve waited, oh, say, five years before we brought a child into the world together. But I couldn’t deny that while I was freaking out because, well, it was crazy, I was excited about the prospect of having a baby with Weston.

It was fast.

It was outrageous.

But I was happy.

So happy, I found myself saying, “I hope I don’t start my period.”

The Jeep jerked to the left, crossing over the dotted yellow line before Weston righted the vehicle and his smile went from a content grin to an outright sexy smile.

“Well, if you do, we’ll just have to try harder next month.”

His statement sent a thrill through my body, particularly my girly parts.

“I had two glasses of wine with dinner before I remembered,” I admitted.

“Don’t think that’s a problem, sweetheart.”

“But—”

“I’m no expert, but unless a woman’s trying to have a baby, I don’t think she knows she’s carrying until she realizes she’s missed a period. And I’m sure the majority of those women consume alcohol in the interim. So, again, I don’t think that’s a problem.”

“Okay,” I agreed, figuring he was right.

Weston’s hand reached over and landed on my thigh. He wasn’t shy with his affection and I loved that about him. Loved that even in front of his friends he was constantly touching me, holding me close, finding ways to show me he liked my company and liked being near me.

It totally worked for me because I loved being near him, too.

* * *

“Oh, God,” I panted.

“That’s it, Silver, take it.”

Weston was behind me powering hard. So hard I was having a difficult time staying up on my forearms.

Then I felt it, his thumb circling, his other hand fisting my hair. Oh, God, that was hot.

“Cheek on the bed, baby. I want your ass tipped higher.”