Page 67 of Riot’s Thorn (Sons of Erebus: Reno, NV #4)
It takes her a second to think about what I want to hear, but then those two words fall from her lips again. “I’m yours.”
“Again.” My teeth grind together as the reward center in my brain is activated, oxytocin is released, my heart rate increases, and my cock contracts as I come.
“I’m yours,” she calls out, louder this time.
“Again, damn it!”
“I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours,” she chants as pleasure takes over her body as well. She leans forward, one hand bracing herself, the other pressing the toy to her clit as she rotates her hips while moving up and down.
“One more time,” I say, tracing the curve of her spine as she slows her movements and tosses the toy to the floor.
“I’m yours, Lucas Wise.” She lifts up enough that my softening cock slides out before turning to straddle me.
Her arms snake under my armpits and her hands rest on my shoulders, clinging to me.
She’s covered in tears, sweat, and bodily fluid, but I don’t care in the least. I need this as much as she does.
I hold her to me tightly and whisper, “You never cease to amaze me. You’re the brightest, most beautiful woman the world could ever know, and I’m just the bastard who tricked you into loving me.”
“Then that’s my next goal,” she says.
“What?”
“Making you see yourself the way I see you.”
“And how do you see me?” I kiss down her neck.
“You do the right thing, even when the right thing has you doing something the civilized world thinks is wrong. You’re compassionate and caring. Your mind is a beautifully chaotic mess in the best way. And you’re so hot.” She leans back and grins.
“Oh yeah?” I quirk a brow.
“So hot,” she repeats, fanning herself.
My lip quirks, and my eyes light with amusement while her lips flatten to a straight line. “What’s wrong?”
“I think you smiled.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? I smile.”
“No, you don’t, not ever. At least not until now.” She fucking claps her hands and bounces, which makes her tits bounce. Jesus fuck, this girl. “Holy shit. I made the Riot smile. I can’t wait to tell everyone.”
I wrap my arms around her and stand while she squeals, fighting to hold on. “You’ll do no such thing.”
“Oh yes, I am. This is monumental.”
Setting her on her feet in the bathroom, I flip on the shower now connected to an on-demand water tank. “For someone who hates their nickname, you sure like to prove the way you earned it.”
“I’ve already accepted it. The same way I accepted I’m yours,” she says in mock defeat.
I pull her into the shower and kiss her nose. “Good, because I’ve been yours since the first time I saw you.”
“When I got sick all over the floor after you killed my dad?”
“Exactly.”
“Can we make up a different story to tell our future children?” she asks.
“Future children?”
“I guess we never talked about it, but I want at least one.”
“Don’t know if I’d be a good dad,” I say, trying to picture it and coming up blank.
“You’d be an amazing dad because you know what a bad parent looks like. All you have to do is the exact opposite.”
“I could maybe do that,” I say.
“That’s good, because I’m pregnant.”
“What?” I’m hit with a wave of nausea.
“You look green. Do you need to sit down?”
“No. I just didn’t—what did you say?” I ask, needing to make sure I heard her right.
“I’m pregnant. I know it wasn’t planned, but I hadn’t been good about taking my pills while we were apart. I was just so busy. Then you fucked me at the club, and it must’ve been the right time. I’m so sorry. I didn’t think you’d knock me up after only one time without protection.”
I only just thought about it for the first time seconds ago, so hearing it’s not just an idea for the future but a real thing that’s happening? It’s overwhelming. I need to sit with this. “I think I need a minute.”
“Oh. Yeah. Of course,” she says, but she looks disappointed, and it feels wrong to make her feel that way right now after life-altering news.
“Parker?” I tip her chin up, admiring how beautiful she looks with tiny drops of water collecting in her hair. “You’re mine, and so is this baby. I’ll protect and take care of you both for all the days of my life. I can promise you that.”
That makes her grin. “I know you will. Take all the time you need.”
The urge to flee dissipates, and now, all I want is her. “I changed my mind. I think I’ll try and put another baby in you instead.”
“Lucas Wise, did you smile and crack a joke all in the same day?”
“I joke and smile.” I don’t, but I can’t admit it because what kind of sociopath doesn’t even smile?
“Okay, sure.”
I shut her up with a kiss, flipping the shower head to the rain feature. In seconds, we’re soaked from head to toe, our lips locked and tongues tangled. It’s a perfect moment.
“Say it again,” I say.
“Say what?” she asks, and I pin her with a look that makes her giggle. “I’m yours.”
“And our baby?”
“Our baby is yours.”
“But Bart. . .” Those are the only words I can get out because if I think about what he did to Parker, especially knowing she’s pregnant, I’ll go to a dark place.
“I haven’t seen an OB yet, but the pee stick came back positive. That happened right after the club, so there wasn’t much in there to get hurt.”
“I’ll call Monroe. She’s the lady doctor over at the Honey Pot, but she has a real practice. She’s good.”
“Okay. Sure.” We hold each other under the spray of water for a long moment as I try to wrap my head around all the change. It’s overwhelming, but then something else comes to mind.
“Little Thorn?”
“Yeah, Riot?”
“You let me fuck you in the ass knowing you’re pregnant,” I say, accusation in my tone.
“I don’t know a lot about pregnancy, but I don’t think ass play is off the table.”
“I better go watch a couple of videos.” I move past her, stepping out of the shower while mumbling my questions.
“You don’t need to do it right now,” Parker calls out, but I’m already wrapped in a towel and heading out of the bathroom. “Come back! You said you wanted to try and put another baby in me! Riot!”
The End