Page 30 of Wild Night (Vicious Reapers MC #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

IVY

The last thing I want to do is go into the office, but I don’t have a choice. My third and final client I’ve been focusing on has finally come to trial. This one will only last this week. I doubt it will go any longer than that. It’s pretty open and shut.

So I need to go into the courtroom and knock this whole fucking thing outta the water so I can focus on my woman for a while. For a long while. Because she’s not just my woman.

She’s passed out in bed. I lean against the bathroom doorjamb, still damp from my shower, my towel wrapped around my waist as I watch her sleep. The room is bathed in silence as the sun begins to rise, and then she stirs, no doubt feeling my gaze on her.

Posey’s eyes flutter open, and I push against the wall, making my way toward her. Stopping at the side of the bed, I sink down as she turns to face me completely. “I have to go to court today,” I announce.

“Court?”

Humming, I nod my head a couple of times before I clear my throat. “Probably the rest of the week, too, but I should be done by Friday at the absolute latest. Earliest would be tonight.”

“Oh,” she exhales, then pushes herself up so she’s sitting and leans her back against the headboard.

There is a lull between us. I don’t know what to say. Everything feels fucking huge. Like it’s too much too soon, and yet I want it all. It’s everything I never thought I wanted, but I’ve never been happier. I have never wanted something to work out more in my life than I do this between us.

“You feeling okay?” I ask.

She smiles but doesn’t respond immediately. “I’m fine, Justin…” Her words trail off, and I wait for her to say something else, but she doesn’t speak.

Then she confesses, “I don’t know what to do,”

I blink, and my lips twitch into a smirk. “In life or for today?”

Posey laughs softly. “Both, but since I can’t figure out life immediately, for today.”

“Hang with Dakota or Lainey. They might even be together,” I say. “Or don’t do anything but veg here. I won’t be back home until after court adjourns for the day, so I won’t be around, but there’s food in the fridge.”

She opens her mouth, then presses her lips together and rolls them a few times. I watch her, unable to take my eyes off her, even if I wanted to. Posey is real. She’s sitting in my bed, naked beneath the sheet that barely covers her tits, and she’s pregnant with my baby.

Holy fucking shit.

Pregnant with my baby.

That hasn’t sunk in yet. I don’t know when it will, but I’m surprised every single time I think about it. The wonder just washes over me again and again. Each and every time, my feeling of excitement grows at the idea of not just having a baby, but of Posey having my baby.

Something primal inside of me wants to slam my fists against my chest and fucking roar like a goddamn lion.

I fucking love this girl, and now she’s mine for-goddamn-ever.

I’m not going to fuck this up. I’m not letting her walk away from me ever again.

Even if I have to drag her pretty ass back, I’m going to do that.

Over and over.

“You got their numbers?” I ask.

“I have Dakota’s, but I’m afraid she’s going to be pissed at me.”

Shaking my head, I keep my hands on her cheeks. My eyes are focused on hers, keeping her gaze connected with mine before I talk to her. I want her to know that I’m being completely serious. I’m not just saying shit to say it.

“Dakota is just going to be happy you contacted her. She’s going to be thrilled as fuck you’re here and you’re okay. That’s all she gives a shit about, princess. Just like the rest of us.”

Her lips curve up into a small smile. It’s so slight that I almost don’t recognize it as a smile, but it is. Leaning forward, I touch my mouth to hers. “Just send me a text if you leave. I can’t leave your car keys, but I’ll get your car brought to you today sometime.”

“Really?” she breathes.

Laughing softly against her lips, I shift back, my eyes still focused on hers. “Really, Posey. I’ll have a couple of the guys bring it over. They’ll leave the keys under the mat in case you aren’t here or don’t want to answer the door.”

“Okay,” she breathes.

I want to crawl back into bed and fuck her again. Last night wasn’t enough. It will never be enough as far as I’m concerned. The minute I come, I want to do it all over again. And again, until I physically can’t, and even then, I still might want to.

Forcing myself to stand, I take one last look at her, that messy hair, that sexy body barely covered by the thin sheet. Shaking my head once, I turn away from her and head into the closet to get dressed for court.

Once I’m dressed, I kiss Posey again, reminding her that I won’t be home until later, but that I’ll bring dinner with me when I arrive. Even though everything inside of me aches to stay, mainly my balls, I know I can’t.

I walk out of the house and lock the front door behind me. Leaving my woman after weeks of not seeing her and just finding out she’s pregnant feels excruciating. I still don’t even know the shit she’s been through in the days she’s been away from me.

I don’t want to push her, either, but I’m not going to hang back the way I did last time and have her walk away from me again. Not when I can help her. Not when it’s my responsibility to protect her. I don’t want her to ever think that she can or should take on a goddamn thing without me.

I’m going to have to keep a pulse on her and her whereabouts until I get the details not only from her but from the winery, too.

I haven’t talked to the club in Rivara yet, and I’m not sure what kind of details I’m going to get from them anyway.

I think I need to get what I can out of Posey and then go from there.

POSEY

I shouldn’t be as excited as I am. I should be much leerier than I am.

But here I go, falling in love with a man.

And not just falling in love, but having his baby, and I don’t even really know him.

I hope I didn’t make yet another colossal mistake.

I don’t feel like I have, but then again, did I ever feel that way?

Lying in bed for far longer than I should, I let my mind wander, even though I know I shouldn’t.

Because once I get lost inside my own head, I will inevitably freak out.

I don’t want to freak out. What I want to do is accept that this could be real.

That I could have found my place. Moving my head from side to side, I try to shake away the thoughts that invade.

Forcing myself to get past them, to forget about everything, I stand up and begin to walk toward the bathroom. I take one step, then another, before my stomach protests and I have to run. Fast.

Thankfully, I make it to the toilet in time just to empty the contents of my stomach.

I rest my arm around the back of the seat, my forehead falls against my cool flesh, and I close my eyes, waiting for the nausea to pass.

I’m not sure how long I sit there, my ass on the cold tile floor, my head resting against my arm.

I’m going to throw up again, I know I am, but I can’t stay here all day long. Pushing myself up, I try to stand. My thighs wobble, and as I straighten, I sway. I know I need food. I know I do, but I’m also not sure I’ll be able to stomach it.

Shuffling my feet toward the shower, I turn on the water, waiting for it to warm up and praying I don’t puke on the floor, although I’m not really sure how much else I have inside of me to actually throw up right now. I’m fairly positive it would be a dry heave, which would be just as awful.

Once the water is warm, I take a longer shower than I anticipate, and the water feels amazing. It almost feels like a comforting hug. I don’t want to turn it off, but eventually, the water goes lukewarm, then cool, then cold, so I’m forced to.

I reach for the big, fluffy, dark-blue towel, well, more like a sheet.

It’s amazing. After drying off, I wrap the towel around my body and go in search of my luggage.

I only have the one large bag, and I remember Justin placing it by the front door when I walked through, but the sight of it catches my eye near the bedroom closet.

Unable to hide my smile, I walk toward the bag and slide it onto the backside before I gently glide the zipper open. As I reach for something to wear, I wonder how much longer I’ll be able to wear anything in here.

I have some amazing pieces that Lucian bought me when he was trying to win me over. I also have some really great work outfits that I was able to buy with my clothing allowance at the winery.

Maybe I should sell all the things Lucian paid for.

I don’t want any reminders of him, but at the same time, if he hadn’t done what he did to me, if he hadn’t used me, lied to me, disappeared, and then come back, I wouldn’t have ever met Justin.

I wouldn’t have fallen in love. I wouldn’t have found this whole world that I didn’t even know existed. I wouldn’t have come to Dakota.

Dakota.

Honestly, that’s what I need to focus on today. A long conversation needs to be had, and in that conversation, I need to apologize for what I did to her. Even though I didn’t actually do anything, I was using her to hide away, and that could have been detrimental to her family.

It wasn’t right, and it wasn’t nice.

I tug on a summer sundress and panties, then slip on a pair of sandals I packed and walk into the bathroom with my makeup bag in hand. It doesn’t take me long to apply a thin coat of makeup, a little blush, and a dab of eyeshadow, along with some mascara and tinted lip balm.

After brushing my hair, I leave it down and then decide that it’s time. I walk over to my phone and wince at the hour. It’s well past one in the afternoon. I should have contacted her sooner. I should have done a lot of things, but hopefully, I can apologize for them and she will forgive me.

Instead of texting her, I find her name in my phone and call her.

“Is everything okay?” Dakota demands.

“Can we talk?” I ask. “In person?”

“When and where?”

And there you go. Family. I just hope I can be worthy of the title aunt from here on out.