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“Let’s let him tell us what happened.” Janus’s eyes skewered me. “The truth this time.”
“I’ve been telling you the truth.” I didn’t let a muscle twitch. “I fell off the damn horse. We all saw the video. I’m on the horse. Then I’m not.”
Janus started shaking his head but just then Hope came back in through the door. She looked startled to see Janus and Milo crouched over the bed talking to me.
“What’d I miss?” she asked, bright and curious.
“Nothing,” I said loudly. “I was just talking to them about arrangements for when I get out of here tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” she said, immediately looking worried. One hand went to rub her belly and I smiled. Fuck, she was beautiful. Perfect, actually, even if I’d been too blind to see it at first. Then I frowned. All this stress couldn’t be good for the baby.
“You should go back to the hotel,” I said.
Hope immediately started shaking her head. “I’m fine. That’s what the cot—”
I lifted up off the bed in spite of the pain. “You are pregnant with my child and you will not sleep on a fucking c—”
“Whoa, whoa, there,” Milo said, putting hands on my shoulder and shoving me back down to the mattress. “Down, cowboy.”
I glared at Milo. “Our pregnant…” I searched for the right word, finally growling, “woman,” when it was the only one I could come up with, “is not sleeping on a shitty canvas cot that looks about two seconds from falling apart. Take her back to the apartment.”
“I’m not leaving you—” Hope started.
“He’s not wrong,” Janus cut in, brows narrowing uncertainly. His eyes zeroed in on her thickening tummy. Finally, someone seeing sense around here.
It took several more minutes of Hope huffing and getting more and more red-faced before she realized she was fighting a losing battle. The three of us were determined she get some actual rest.
She finally came towards me and jammed a finger in my chest. “Fine. I’ll go. But first I need to tell you something.” She crossed her arms over her bosoms. “Just you.”
The pain in my leg was pulsing again, bad, but I was too curious. Now that I’d let myself see the woman in front of me for all that she was, I couldn’t get enough of her.
So I waved my brothers to get lost. “Give us the room. Don’t you have some calls to be making anyway?” I gave Janus a significant look. His eyes flitted to Hope, but then he nodded and he and Milo left.
Hope breathed out as soon as the door closed behind them. Then she walked over to it and flipped the lock. I raised an eyebrow as she turned back around towards me.
“You scared the shit outta me today,” she whispered. Machines hummed in the room and somewhere there was a slow beep beep beep of my heartbeat. She walked back towards me, and as she came, she grasped the hem of her shirt and in one quick sweep, lifted it up and off over her head.
Her gorgeous breasts were exposed. Like large, luscious melons, barely enclosed in the half-shelf lacy-bra she wore.
I blinked, my mind going blank for a second.
Especially when she continued forward. Her fingernails, filed and glossy, trailed down my chest and gripped the top of the blanket covering me. My breath hiccupped as she tugged the blanket down. Then she lifted my hospital gown up. The beep beep beep of my heartbeat on the machine was suddenly speeding up rapidly.
“Hope, I—”
She grinned at me, and I fucking loved her in this moment for not pitying me. For treating me like a whole man as she gripped my cock that had quickly hardened and dragged it towards her open mouth.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned as she flicked the very tip of my dick with her wicked little tongue.
“I love you,” she whispered.
And then she bent over and swallowed me whole.
Fuck it, this was the best kind of pain-reliever there was. My hand without an IV in it lifted just enough to curl my fingers in her long, thick hair.
When she lifted up, my whole body tensed. Fuck, that hurt my leg. But pleasure spiked down my spine at the same time.
Goddamned witch, did she know she was blowing me and my goddamned mind at the same time with this mix of pleasure and pain?
The way she grabbed my balls and bobbed so low on my cock she was swallowing me—
My fingers grabbed hard in her hair. Fuck. Her throat felt just like her pussy. Hot and wet and tight—
Then she started humming. Growling and groaning on my cock. And when I looked down at her, the hand not propping herself up against the bed was reaching down for her own sex.
She was touching herself. While she deep-throated me.
My woman.
That was all I could call her. My woman, and barely that. If that. I’d fucked things up so royally. Then freaked out and fucked things up even worse when she told me she was pregnant. When I was in danger of losing everything, losing her—
