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Maybe I had my orgasm and fell asleep right afterward, and this is the reward my body is giving me for having so much stress lately.
I wonder if I let him in, will he fuck me and put me to sleep in my dream too? Maybe hold me close and kiss my neck slowly as he explores every bit of me.
I consider these thoughts carefully before opening the door. Whatever the reason for him being here, I need to know where this will go. When the cold air hits, I realize I’m only wearing a sports bra and a pair of little white panties.
His eyes widen. “Woah. Bad time?”
I try to cover everything I’m insecure about, but my arms don’t reach into my soul, so I get snarky instead as I say, “Well, it’s almost midnight, but you know… welcome back, I guess.”
Dear God, I’m going to need strength. So much strength. He smells like the woods and towers over me like a colossal beast who’s crawled in from the night to ravage me.
Okay, I inferred that last part.
“Sorry to bother you.” He swallows hard and redirects his gaze away from me, though he filters back once or twice to take me in. In my wildest dreams it’s because he likes what he sees. In reality, I know it’s probably the shock of seeing such an enormous belly.
I’d run to get a robe, but then I’d have to turn around, and I’m not doing that.
“Why are you here?”
He wets his lips. “I got a call from Dave, and I hated that you were alone.”
“Oh, okay. Well, I live alone so… I’ll be fine. Next time you could call. What did Dave want?”
Hudson broadens his shoulders. “He’s in the mood to play phone tough guy, but he did mention a gun. So, I figured I’d at least make sure you were prepared.”
I laugh. “Of course.” I tap my trusty revolver against my hip. “I’m surprised you would think me so helpless.”
“You want me to grab you a robe or something?” Hudson looks away.
Of course, he’s sick by the sight of me. Me drawing his view to my thighs must have sealed my fate. I should’ve covered up sooner. That said, now that I’m standing here exposed and sick of his attitude, I don’t want to be told what to do.
“No, I’m good.”
He narrows his brows. “Okay… aren’t you cold?”
“Are you?”
“I’m fine, but you’re nearly naked and covered in goosebumps.”
“No need to worry about me. I’m fine.” I’m definitely not fine. I’m, in fact, shrinking more and more the longer his eyes stay fixed on my bloated frame. “Is there anything else you need?” I try to hold my gaze steady with his in an attempt at false confidence. I don’t know if it’s working.
“I came to watch you.”
“Except this time, you’re telling me about it. That’s not like you.”
A perfect smile lifts his cheeks. “You’re a smart ass tonight. I like it.”
I cross my arms over my chest, then drop them to my side. “What about hunting?”
“They’ll be fine tomorrow on their own. I left my map and the plans. I won’t be able to focus on anything knowing your up here all alone.”
I shake my head. “Why are you doing this? I don’t get it. I mean, why do you care if my ex comes here and does whatever? You just met me.”
He looks away. “You’re a young, pregnant girl up here all by yourself. Someone should be looking out for you.”
“So, you have a savior complex?”
“No, I have a hero complex. Get it right.” He kicks off his boots and walks past me toward the kitchen, grabs a beer from the fridge, pops the top, and takes a long, hard swig before looking back at me.
