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CHAPTER TWELVE

GIA

When I walked out of the house, I never intended for Reed to follow me, and when he headed toward his car, opened the passenger door, and gestured for me to get in, I stared at him with wide eyes. I don’t know what I was more shocked at, the fact he took it upon himself to go to my son’s soccer practice or that he expected me to get into his Bentley.

He must have realized the confusion on my face, because the next thing I know, he’s grabbing my keys from me, scooping me up, and placing me on the passenger seat of my SUV and hopping into the driver’s seat while I stare at him in shock. The man is a mind-fuck. One minute, he’s freaked out at my very existence, and the next, he’s taking over my life, literally coating me in his cum like a grand gesture and declaring me his.

After he buckles me in like a child, we drive toward the game, and as I look out of the window, the silence between us is comforting yet laced in uncertainty.

Reed remains stoic and stares ahead, his reflection in my window a reminder of his presence. My shoulders slump with a weird relief I haven’t felt throughout my pregnancy until now.

I’m more than capable of doing this alone, and I’d resigned myself to the fact I would, but I won’t lie. I’d like nothing more than a loving family for this baby, much like the one I had with Jaxon.

What if someone isn’t allowed the same happiness twice in their lives? My stomach twists at the thought.

Reed clears his throat, and I turn toward him. He drags his hand through his hair, ruffling it. Something I’m sure would annoy him if he knew it caused it to look messy.

“I don’t think I’m well dressed for soccer.” He grimaces, then glances toward me, an awkward smile tugging on his handsome face.

Glancing over at his dress shirt and pants, I roll my lips—definitely not soccer attire. “You’ll be fine.” I try to give him a reassuring smile, but his eyes glimmer with vulnerability, and I hate it, especially when he’s normally so strong and domineering.

So controlled.

“And my fucking boxers are still damp.” He winces slightly, making me giggle.

As we pull into the parking lot, which is nothing more than a grassy patch of land in Ridgeway, his emerald eyes widen and his chest heaves, and I’m struck with the realization of just how much Reed is out of his comfort zone.

“You can just leave me here, and I’ll grab a lift home with Tyson?” I suggest, feeling the need to put him out of his misery.

His spine straightens. “Absolutely. Fucking. Not.”

I’m unsure if it’s Tyson driving me home or the thought of leaving me here that makes him so possessive, but I decide to go with the latter in hope of him wanting more than a quick fuck in the kitchen.

I move to open the door, but his hand stops me. “I’ll get the door.” He hops out of the SUV, rounds the front, and opens my door for me. “Do you need me to lift you down?” A line appears between his eyebrows, and I burst out into a giggle.

“I’m not an invalid, Reed.” I bat his hand away and slide out of the car, then slam the door shut. “Besides, you just fucked me senseless. You weren’t so concerned then.” I grin up at him, and his hands hold my hips as he pushes me back against the SUV door.

He nuzzles into my neck. “I did, didn’t I? And you’ve no idea how fucking hot it is to know you’re coated in my cum.” Wetness flows from me, and he licks a trail from my earlobe to my lower neck where he buries his face against me, breathing me in, and his sandalwood scent encompasses me. “Is my cum leaking out of you?”

I’m almost rendered speechless at his words. While the crowd seems to get louder, this man who consumes my body has me backed up against my SUV, whispering dirty words into my ear, clawing his passion from inside me, forcing it to the surface. “Ye-yes.”

“Fuck.” He pushes his hard ridge against me. “You’ve no idea how much I want to feel my cum seep from your pussy lips, Gia.” Then he chuckles and pulls back to stare into my eyes. “I actually want to bury my face in your pussy and lick my cum from inside you. Can you believe that?” He shakes his head, as if bemused by his thoughts.

My mouth moves, but I say nothing. What can I say? That I want him to do just that, to taste himself from inside me.

“There you are.” Tyson appears from the crowd. “You missed Bryce’s shot at the goal. The kid almost had it.” His eyes dart from mine to Reed’s, with a knowing smirk I want to slap off his face.

Reed clenches his jaw shut and steps back, not even trying to hide the hardness in his pants as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“You might want to hide the stiffy. There’re kids over there, pretty obscene to be aroused around kids,” Tyson jokes, loving the way Reed shifts from foot to foot.

Reed grimaces, then looks over his shoulder toward the game. “Fuck. Gimme a minute.”

He nods toward me and walks around the other side of the SUV while Tyson leads me toward the game, and as much as I want to watch Bryce, my mind can’t help but wander to the man who has my heart captivated and my pussy clenching.