Part 14 (1/2)

”s.h.i.+t,” I growl. ” I'm not going to last long.”

”Me either,” she murmurs as her girly, adorable, and s.e.xy moans quicken.

Jerking her harder against my thrusts, my breaths grow ragged, harsh, and more erratic.

Her hands tangle in my hair as her shrill pitch finds its way to her lips, and her body goes stiff before limp, making my exploding climax all the better as I fill her up.

My lips claim hers as we both gasp for air. I don't want to pull out of her. I want to stay there, live there, spend forever in her warmth.

The door to the bathroom opens, and I scramble to pull my pants up as Ash jumps off the counter and rushes into a stall.

I laugh a little, and then a fair-haired elderly lady walks in until she startles to a stop just as I finish zipping up my pants.

”Oh dear. I'm so sorry. I thought this was the ladies' room.”

”It is,” I snicker, not really embarra.s.sed the way I should be. I've done worse in more public places.

Her cheeks flood red, and I walk over to knock on the stall door that hides Ash.

”I'll wait for you outside,” I murmur teasingly.

”Okay,” she says, nervous embarra.s.sment in her tone.

The old lady's eyes grow all the wider, and she shakes her head disapprovingly as I walk by her to head outside. If she thinks that was awkward, she would have died if she had walked in five minutes sooner.

I think that's the quickest I've ever gotten off.

As.h.i.+ara Oh s.h.i.+t. Oh s.h.i.+t. Oh s.h.i.+t.

I can't believe I just f.u.c.ked him again - in a bathroom!

I groan inwardly, wis.h.i.+ng I could just slap myself. He definitely made me stop crying - if that was what he was trying to do.

After the awkward encounter with the old lady in the bathroom, my cheeks are glowing red. Now what?

Do I tell him I can't do this project because he's confusing to be around? Do I tell him he's f.u.c.king with my head? Or do I just grow a set and pretend like I can be an occasional fling while making a bunch of money?

I've never been touched by anyone the way he touches me. It's surreal, and I'm addicted to him.

He's holding the door open for me when I reach the outside, and he ushers me into the pa.s.senger seat of his car. He doesn't look directly at me. Instead, he kisses my forehead a little icier than the blistering encounter we just had.

I can't do this project.

Chapter Seven.

A Crazy World As.h.i.+ara ”So he f.u.c.ked you in the bathroom, brought you home, and hired you some bodyguards, but you haven't talked to him in a couple of days? What's the deal?” Shannon asks while helping me bring in the last box of my stuff to lock up in the storage room.

”I don't know, but I'm sick of moving. I'm just going to stay in the hotel until this psycho thing is resolved. For now, Tag isn't my focus - Mr. Crazy is.”

”You mean, Mr. s.a.d.i.s.tic b.a.s.t.a.r.d a.s.shole?”

”Yeah,” I huff out while pulling down the door and locking it shut with the thickest padlock I could find.

”So the bodyguards... how are they doing?”

I look toward Leo and Gary, both men waiting and watching as Shannon loops her arm through mine.

”They're doing okay. It's not like they have had to intercept anyone rus.h.i.+ng me, but they've dealt with the flowers and notes. I haven't even seen what they've said these past several times, and that's fine by me.”

Gary holds the door open to the Uhaul rental as I climb in the front. Leo holds Shannon's as she hops in beside me, and they both nod toward us before shutting the doors.

”Well, I might get me a piece of Leo,” she whispers. ”d.a.m.n, that man is built.”

I laugh a little, and then I shrug before pulling out into traffic.

”Sounds good. Go crazy, lady.”

I get a little sick, dizzy even, and I pull over quickly to open my door and expel the contents of this morning's meager breakfast. That's the fifth time this week.

”d.a.m.n, girl. What's wrong?” Shannon panics as I continue to heave.

”f.u.c.k if I know,” I grumble while wiping my mouth. Then a terrifying thought hits me, and I remember something that I've forgotten - or something that seems to have forgotten me. ”I think I need to go to the drug store.”

As.h.i.+ara ”No. It's not f.u.c.king possible. It was one once - well, twice, but the last time was just a couple of days ago. There's no way this happened after one time.”

My hands tremble as I stare at the line of taunting devices, all of them saying the same d.a.m.n thing.

”Honey, I think you need to call him. Ten tests said yes. None of them said no. I'm pretty sure they can't all be faulty,” Shannon murmurs shakily, her hand sliding up and down my back.

”They have to be. We used condom almost every time that weekend. Most people have to try for years before they get pregnant. There's no way I accidentally got knocked up the one day I had unprotected s.e.x in my life. It's impossible.”

My whole body feels like it's on fire as I continue staring at the mult.i.tudes of ways someone's life can be p.r.o.nounced over - two lines, pink dots, pink crosses, and a big fat pregnant on a couple.

There's no way this is right. It has to be wrong. Tag isn't ready to be a father. He's told me that himself. I'm sure as h.e.l.l not ready to be a mother.

Shannon seems distracted as she dials a number, and I panic a little when I worry she's calling Tag.

”What are you doing?”

She looks at me like a nurturing momma hen.

”Calling a doctor. You're going to need to start seeing one. I'll handle this,” she says encouragingly before disappearing from the small bathroom.