Page 86 of Rival

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Mason

“I’m pregnant.”

Everything else that pours from her mouth is only white noise. My body goes lax, and my arms feel heavy at my side. Edith is speaking. I see her mouth moving and she looks as if she’s growing panicked, but I literally cannot move.

I just need a second to process.Fuck. We used a condom that first time, definitelynotthe second, though. Third, fourth, and fifth? I don’t know…

Her face swims in front of my eyes as I do my best to remember every time I fucked her. At least one other time, I took her bare.There’s nothing more incredible than feeling her tight, wet…Internally, I shake away my thoughts, focusing back on the now.

I specifically remember using a condom after I ate her pussy when she was spread out in the back office. But that other time, I don’t remember. We were probably bare, but…Ahhh, that’s right.

My cock makes itself known when memories of shooting ropes of my cum over her stomach and pussy filter in.How could I have forgotten that?First thing I did after I caught mybreath was rub it into her skin and I remember grinning at her shocked expression and wrinkled nose.

Introducing little Edith Hughes to the joys of sex has been the highlight of my past three weeks. And now she’s pregnant.

Fucking pregnant.

That jerks me out of my head, and I only see wood with peeling paint in front of my eyes. Narrowing them, I make a note to get a pressure washer out here to strip it. Dad can hire a couple of high schoolers to come out over some weekend and put on a fresh coat.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

My eyes roam over my now empty farm. No Edith in sight. I have no clue how long I stood here. Flashes of yelling and her pleading voice dance in the recesses of my mind, but for the life of me, I have no idea what she said after those two words.

“I’m pregnant.”

I have to get out of here.With no idea how the hell I’m feeling about this, I trudge my way to my truck, climb in, then drive home in absolute silence. All I can think about is her worry and fear as she delivered our life-altering news.

It’s like a flicker of time passed me by when I come back out of it and find myself sitting alone on my couch, an untouched bottle of water being strangled in my grip.

My face feels weird.

Reaching up, I trail my fingers over my cheek and realize I’m fucking grinning.

Holy fuck. I’m fucking grinning just like one would expect when a man hears his woman is expecting.

Adrenaline slams into me, and I surge to my feet. I let the bottle fall to the floor as I smack my hands against my pockets to find my keys.

“I gotta go talk to her.”

As if fate was only waiting for me to open my mouth and say a fucking word, my phone rings. I yank it from my pocket and fumble with it until I can answer the call.

“Edith?” I ask into the phone, certain it’s her. I’m not sure why she would even be trying to call me. I stood there like a statue and didn’t give her any kind of reaction.

Unfortunately, it’s not her.

“Son.” Dad’s voice is hesitant, seriousness lacing his tone. My pulse starts to beat wildly because I just know he’s about to deliver a blow.

“What’s goin’ on?” I ask, sitting back down, preparing for whatever it is he’s calling for. “Mom alright?”

“She’s fine. She’s on the phone with the police right now, but there’s an issue. We just had a visit from Griffin Graham. You know him?”

My lip curls into a snarl, but I keep my dislike of him reined in. “Yeah. What’d he want?”

Clearing his throat, dad hits me with news that if I wasn’t sitting down, I’d actually worry my knees would give out. “He came over in a state, bloody knuckles and panicked. Said he was next door and found Clay hurtin’ Edith. Don’t know exactly what happened, but he was lookin’ for her. Said she’d been hurt pretty bad, maybe. He, uhh, mentioned that she’s also pregnant. Your mom and I are real worried about her. Any idea where she could’ve run off to?”

I can actually feel my throat constricting the longer he speaks, and all I know is I need to do is find her. Likerightthe fuck now. “I’ll call you back. She shouldn’t be hard to find. Thanks for the call.”