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“Well, help yourself‘hero,’but then you should head home. I’m leaving in a few days, anyway.”
He stares toward me with narrowed brows. “Where are you going?”
“It’s a secret.”
“You don’t know, do you?”
I roll my eyes. “Of course, I know. What kind of person would run off nine months pregnant with no plan?”It’s me! I would… but I keep that part to myself.
He takes another pull from the bottle and settles it on the counter before stepping toward me. “You don’t need to run away. You can talk to me. I can help you and we’ll figure something out.”
He’s so close that I feel the heat radiating off his body. I imagine this is the urge a criminal feels when they’re about to do something wrong. Unfortunately, I’m not a criminal. I’m a horny, pregnant girl that lives alone in a cabin. I think there might be different names for women like me.
“For the last time, I’m fine.” I turn away, but he reaches an arm out for me. And before I’ve thought through what’s happening, I’m pressed against his giant frame and my head is against his chest as though that’s where I was meant to be.
Warmth radiates through me as his big hand rests on the side of my face. “You don’t have to be tough all the time. You can talk to me.”
My clit throbs and my heart slams against my chest. I’m fine to stay right here for the better part of forever. So, for those looking for an end to my story… this is it.Ruby sinks into his chest and lays there for all eternity. The end.
“Come on. Let’s get you back to bed.” His hand lands on the small of my back and I reluctantly take his lead, walking back toward the bedroom in hopes that this somehow turns into a cheesy porno. Sure, I don’t need a big, bad protector, but I do need to get off. And given the fact that I’m about to leave town, one night with this giant man couldn’t hurt me, right?
We’ve barely turned the corner into the bedroom when I see the vibrator still sitting on the edge of the bed.
My heart stops. Dear God, the last thing I need is for him to see what a complete horndog I am. Then again, maybe itwould be a good conversation starter to get things moving in the right direction.
No, it wouldn’t be. I break free from his warm grasp and cover the massager with the sheet before sitting on the edge of the bed with a guilty smile. Half of me still hopes he saw it. I’d love to swap dirty stories right now.
“What did you want to do with your life when you were little?” He sits on the edge of the bed.
Okay, this isn’t the dirty talk I had in mind.
“What? What does that have to do with anything?”
He shrugs. “I just want to know.”
“Okay, but it doesn’t matter.”
“Does to me. I want to know who you are.”
I swallow hard as I look toward him. I can’t catch his angle. “What didyouwant to be?”
“You know you have an awful habit of answering questions with questions? I hope you don’t teach your baby to talk that way.”
I roll my eyes and look away before snapping back. “You’ve got an awful habit of following me around. Is that what you wanted to be when you grew up? A stalker?”
“I wanted to be a detective. Instead, I learned to build things and joined the family business.” He looks down and away. “It’s a living, but in another life, I’m chasing down criminals.”
I nod slowly. “Yeah, I could see that for you. There’s still time.”
He laughs. “No. I’m too old now. Too old for a lot of things.”
“Like what?”
“Like a career change, a family…” He sucks in a breath and lets it out slowly. “That’s not what we’re talking about. I askedyoua question. What did you want to do when you were little? What’s your dream?”
I stare up toward him. No one’s ever asked me what my dreams were before. I make a mental note to talk about that with my children daily. I want to know what their passions are, what they love, what makes them happy.
“I always thought I’d grow up and…” I bite my bottom lip. “It’s stupid.”
