Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Garret didn’t share my shyness, and my cheeks filled with heat as he called out, “I’m going to need you to run an errand for me as soon as you drop us off at home, Jack. Head over to the nearest Duane Reade and grab two of each kind of pregnancy test they carry.”
“Garret!” I swatted at his arm, but it didn’t do any good, since he just lifted my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles. Not only was I mortified that he’d basically just announced that I was possibly pregnant when I hadn’t really come to grips with it, but I was surprised he would send Jack on such a menial errand.
“It’s fine, Keaton,” Jack chimed in with a laugh. “There are certain things that require discretion, no matter how small.” His words made me feel a little less embarrassed, since I knew Jack valued privacy as much as Garret and would keep the news to himself. He looked at me in the rearview mirror, his eyes crinkling. “Besides, I’m used to his demanding ways.”
“Aren’t we all?” I rolled my eyes as I buried my face against Garret’s chest.
“Hey,” he grumbled against the top of my head. “No teaming up against me with another guy.”
“It’s just Jack.”
He tilted my head back, his hazel eyes burning into mine as he insisted, “It doesn’t matter who it is, beautiful. You’re mine, which makes you team Hansen all the way.”
My heart fluttered at the possessive rumble in his voice. “Then team Hansen needs to have a rule that certain topics, like possible pregnancies, are only talked about in the cone of silence.”
“The cone of silence?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “You know what I mean.”
“I do, and it’s just one more thing that makes you so damn cute.” Jack made the turn into the garage as Garret bent low and whispered, “Which only makes me want you more.”
I wriggled in my seat, my thighs rubbing together and my panties growing damp. His hot breath blew against my cheek when he chuckled deeply, making it clear that he knew exactly how my body was reacting. My cheeks heated, but not with embarrassment. It was pure, unadulterated need. Stronger than usual, which was saying a lot, considering the kind of response Garret normally pulled from my body.
“Awesome. Maybe I need to add extra-horny to my list of possible pregnancy symptoms,” I grumbled as he helped me out of the car and into the house, Garret laughing all the way.
The door had barely closed behind us before he yanked me into his arms and slammed his mouth against mine. I melted against his body, my eyes blinking open again when he ended the kiss to whisper against my lips, “If that’s one of the side effects of knocking you up, then you can plan on being pregnant often.”
“But—”
He pressed his lips against mine again, and I felt his curl up at the edges as he pulled away. “I know what you’re going to say—we don’t even know for sure if you’re pregnant yet. But it won’t take Jack long to run to the store and grab the tests.”
That wasn’t what I’d been planning to say at all. I’d been focused on how he’d mentioned getting me pregnant often. It indicated a future between us far beyond the year our contract had stipulated. And once again, it hadn’t been made in the heat of the moment. My heart filled with hope, and tears spilled down my cheeks.
“Shh, beautiful. You don’t need to be scared. I’ve got you.”
He lifted me off my feet and carried me into the first-floor living room. After he set me down on one of the long, leather couches, he headed into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. He cracked it open and pulled the lid off as he walked back toward me and crouched down in front of me.
“Here, beautiful. Drink some of this.”
I took a couple of sips and tried to hand the bottle back to him, but he shook his head and lifted it back to my lips.
“I’m not really thirsty.”
“We’ve got to keep you hydrated, since you’re drinking for two now.”
“Isn’t it supposed to be eating for two? Not drinking?”
He quirked an eyebrow at me, looking so damn arrogant that I wanted to stomp my foot. Instead, I grabbed the bottle and downed half the contents before thrusting it back into his hand. “There. Satisfied?”
“Almost, but not yet.” I took a page from his playbook and quirked my brow at him. His eyes filled with male appreciation, and his raspy chuckle sent goosebumps along my spine. “Is it any wonder that I won’t be truly satisfied until I see a positive result on one of those pregnancy tests?”
Hearing him put it that way, I couldn’t stop myself from blurting out, “What about the one-year term to our agreement?”