Chapter 21

21

Abrielle

The passenger seat of Colver's truck is becoming too familiar and too comfortable for me.

My head racing with way too many thoughts. Too many questions. Too many accusations.

Okay, first thing… you're telling me that Colver can just walk through the back of a strip club like that? Like he owns the place? What does that mean? He frequents the place so much that they…

"You never answered my question earlier," Colver growls.

Oh, you've got some nerve… you asshole…

I look at him and show my teeth. Like a hungry female tiger about to attack.

"Give me any look you want, kitten," he says.

"You don't even get it. You don't even care."

"What? What am I supposed to care about right now?"

"You ditched me for two naked women!" I cry out.

"That's bullshit," Colver growls. "I went to see my team. The five of them are my…"

He can't even find the word.

He's afraid to say friends ?

"We just know each other very well," he says. "I wanted to tell them. Break the news to them."

"Well what a place to do it, right? Boobs everywhere. A topless woman jumping at me with her freaking nipple pierced. Do you know much that must have hurt to get done?"

"No," Colver says. "Never did it. Never cared."

"That's how you want to celebrate such a big moment?"

"Says the woman who tracked me down - again - and then just waved a positive pregnancy test as I drove by her."

Heat floods my cheeks.

Damn. He's got me there I suppose.

"Look, in hindsight…" Colver starts to say. "Maybe I shouldn't have left the way I did. I told you to just stay there. To give me a second."

"Yeah, that's a long second, Colver. What was I supposed to do? Just sit there on your couch, waiting patiently like a dog for its master to come home?"

"Maybe, yeah," he says.

"Asshole," I grumble to myself.

I look out the window.

Now I'm thinking about the next nine months of my life being pregnant with his baby. And it's not just that either. It's beyond that. We're in this together forever now. Even if he does something evil and crazy like take off and leave me stranded to raise our baby alone, he's still in it.

This is our life now.

The life we created. Together.

My right hand touches my stomach.

I have maternal chills moving through my body. A sudden fire in my heart. A voice declaring I will hurt someone if they try to mess with my baby.

Hence why I threw the glass at Colver's face and not just the drink.

I lost my mind for a second when I saw him with those two topless women flirting and reaching for him. That one with her little, perky boobs and that piercing. Then the other one with those big, full boobs and devilish eyes.

Oh, you like that, Colver? Huh? You like big, full boobs? Perfect! Just wait until mine get bigger by the day!

My jaw quivers for a moment.

"How the hell did this happen, Abrielle?" Colver asks.

I laugh. "Really? I guess all that hockey playing made you forget basic… science? Let me explain it in your terms. You stuck your huge cock into my pussy and then filled it with your cum. Any questions?"

For a second I think I see Colver actually smile.

I didn't know that was actually possible.

"I think you know what I mean," he says.

"What? Do you want me to explain why you didn't put on a condom?"

"Maybe you can explain why you didn't tell me to," he says.

"Instantly the woman's issue, huh?"

"I did not say that at all, Abrielle. I'm just curious why you didn't say a thing to me. About not being… protected …"

"You know nothing is perfect."

"Except anal, right?"

"You are such an asshole, Colver."

"I'm looking for a serious answer here. Okay? I'm deeper than any guy you've ever been with and you don't tell me that you're not on anything?"

"That's a vote of confidence for yourself."

"Tell me it's not the truth. I felt it, kitten. The way you wiggled and jumped. I listened to you gasping. I explored areas you never knew could be explored."

"Wow."

"So tell me the truth."

"Does it matter now? It's too late."

"Everything matters."

"I'm on the pill, Colver. I mean, not anymore. Obviously. I must have messed things up. My life isn't the calmest. And if you really want to get into it, my sex life wasn't really active."

"Simon couldn't get a boner?"

"I'd rather not talk about that."

"So you fucked up your schedule and now you're pregnant."

"Yup. That's right. It's all my fault. It's all on my shoulders. You know what? What are you doing just thrusting into someone without protecting yourself, huh? Is that what you do? That's kind of gross."

"Hold up," Colver says. "What I do with my cock is my business."

"Oh yeah? Well, what I do with my pussy is my business."

Colver looks at me for a second, curling his lip.

I can't tell if it's pregnancy hormones kicking in or I'm just tired, miserable and really confused, but I'm enjoying going right back at Colver.

It's really pissing him off too.

Which is a bonus.

"Now, if we're done with this useless biology course on pregnancy, can you stop somewhere to get me a pizza?"

"I'm supposed to buy you food now? After the stunt you just pulled in front of my hockey teammates?"

"You're more worried about looking pussy-whipped in front those strippers."

"First of all," Colver growls, "I am not and never will be pussy-whipped! Ever!"

His voice booms.

I kind of think I'm breaking him down here.

He's about to snap.

It's a little scary… but I kind of like it.

"Second of all," Colver says, "you want pizza? Get it yourself."

I place both hands to my stomach and sigh. "Not a good start to this, Colver. You won't even get the baby pizza?"

He hits the brakes, pulls to the side of the road and turns to look at me.

Oh, yeah, I have the wires in his brain totally twisted up.

"Very hungry," I whisper. "Not me. The baby."

I can only imagine what he wants to say to me right then.

It takes him a few seconds to finally speak.

"What kind of toppings does the baby want?"

Turns out the cravings for mushrooms on the pizza did not agree with actually eating the mushrooms on the pizza. Meaning I ate the plain pizza and Colver ate the mushroom pizza.

I secretly liked him listening to my commands. Even if he was a total asshole about it.

I liked when he got worked up. His muscles would grow bigger. The angry look on his face made him that much sexier. And then at the end of it, I still got my way.

I drink water.

He drinks beer.

He has a west coast hockey game on but I don't pay attention for a second.

It's really late now too.

It's past midnight.

My days aren't spent lounging around and relaxing. Not with a gallery I'm about to open.

"I should leave," I finally say. "I have a busy day tomorrow."

"Where are you going?" Colver asks.

I tilt my head. "What… do you mean?"

"You think you're leaving tonight?"

"I'm sorry?"

"It's close to one in the morning, kitten. You think you're going walk out of here, get into some car and have someone drive you home?"

"Colver…"

He stands up and motions with his left hand for me to stand.

I stupidly jump right up, my eyes going wider by the second.

My heart thumping, too hard and too fast.

Colver moves closer to me.

"You're not leaving here," he says.

I can't help but mentally point out that he didn't add the word tonight .

Meaning, what? I'm never leaving at all?

I'm his pregnant hostage now?

Oh, why did that just send a warm buzz through me?

"You're carrying my baby, Abrielle. I'm not letting you out of my sight for a fucking second."

That might be the nicest and sexiest thing Colver has ever said to me.

I know he probably doesn't literally mean that. And it's also impossible to be near me all the time.

Colver reaches forward and touches my stomach.

An even hotter buzz hits me.

"You're going to sleep in my bed tonight, Abrielle," Colver says.

My chin quivers.

I want to ask him where he plans on sleeping.

But I can't remember how to speak.

I'm wearing one of his t-shirts as pajamas.

Panties, yes.

And I'm wearing a bra too, which isn't comfortable at all.

I guess I could just take my bra off. So what if he sees the outlines of my breasts against the inside of my shirt? So what if he sees my nipples pushing against the shirt too, right? Nothing he hasn't seen before. Nothing he hasn't had in his hands or mouth before.

I leave my bra on.

I'm in his huge, comfortable bed.

His room is dark and quiet.

I'm so tired I don't know how I'm awake or still processing thoughts.

Just as I start to close my eyes, the bedroom door opens once more.

From the corner of my eye I watch Colver walk until he's out of sight.

He's on the other side of the bed.

A few seconds later Colver gets into the bed.

The bed is more than big enough for two people.

And it's not like he slithers across the bed and cuddles me.

There's total silence.

My eyes shut and I feel sleep starting to wash over me.

A hand touches my left hip. Then my stomach, over the t-shirt.

Colver is such an asshole, yes, but he's protective too.

I smile.

I fall asleep.