Page 5 of Secret Twins for the Orc

I sigh, looking down at my own coffee mug from where I sit on the couch opposite her, and don’t immediately respond.

“Well?”

“Well…I took him back to my hotel room?”

“And then?”

“And then the rest is history, as they say.”

“They don’t say anything! You tell me everything, right this instant!”

“I’m not describing my sex life to my sister.”

“You started this!” She all but screeches. “Oh my god, this is not fair at all. I’m the eldest, you have to do what I say! Just tell me!”

And then, probably because of all her dramatic shouting, her one-year-old son wakes from his nap and starts wailing from the adjacent room. With a grumble she dumps her coffee down on the table between us and heads off to calm Lucas, and I’m temporarily left alone with my thoughts.

It’s been six weeks since that amazing, spontaneous night with Rho. Six weeks since I’d been made love to more thoroughly, orgasmed more times consecutively, than I’d thought was possible. God, he was so attractive.

I never knew being with an orc would be so life-alteringly amazing. I’ll never be able to even look at a human man with appreciation again.

I’m from a relatively small, human town about forty minutes out from Salt Lake, and although my work has taken me to all sorts of big cities teaming with hundreds of different fae races, I’ve never actually been with anyone but a human. Not that I have anything against the idea, but it seems as if both human and fae races mostly sort of…avoid each other in that sense. You do see more mixed-species couples these days, but it’s still a little rare. Plus, I’ve heard that orcs are a brutish sort of race, rough and savage and unyielding.

Rho wasn’t, though. Not in any way that wasn’t good. If there ever was a perfect mix between gentlemanly and commanding, he was it.

But ignoring his dark, liquid eyes that swirled with warmth every time he looked at me, ignoring the way his huge, rough hands touched me so softly, as if treasuring my body, or the way his broad chest narrowed into perfectly chiseled abs that swept down into the gorgeous V at his hips—and his voice, which was so deep and gruff that I could feel it rumbling through his body as he spoke to me between the sheets, setting me even further on fire. Even the two mid-sized tusks that swept out from his bottom lip were oddly enticing, dangerous and wild-looking, which he was so careful to keep from hurting me with…

Even if I was to ignore all of that, the night would still be unforgettable, he would be unforgettable. There was something about the way we talked, the way we came together, that was different. Something that stuck with me, that I haven’t been able to shake. I’ve never been so powerfully drawn to anyone in my life.

It’s been six weeks since I saw him and felt the spark in my heart that spoke of more than just a physical connection, and it frightened me more than anything and sent me running. Ever since things fell apart with my ex-husband, I’ve made the conscious decision to focus on my career and keep dating out of the picture. It wasn’t meant to be for me, my heart isn’t able to handle being smashed to bits again. And anyway, there’s more to be had out of life than just a relationship.

But the way he looked at me… The way he touched me, spoke to me, lay with me—it triggered something inside. And if that blossomed now, only to shatter at some point in the future, I don’t think I’d be able to recover again. I was afraid, and without stopping to think, I just ran.

But now…

Grace re-enters the living room with Lucas firmly attached to her breast and suckling, and I’m hit with a confusing pang of longing, excitement and fear rolled into one.

Now, I have a miraculous problem.

“Fine,” my sister grumbles as she sits back down, before carefully picking up her coffee again for a sip. “You made sweet, dirty love to the well-dressed, well-endowed orc god with a man-bun. And then you got his number, right? And he’s been showering you with gifts and attention ever since?”

I purse my lips and look into the black depths of my coffee without responding.

“What? No!”

Lucas unlatches and begins crying again, and Grace puts down her coffee to re-attach him, before sending me a hearty glare.

“Ella,” she hisses as quietly as her emotions will allow her. “You self-sabotaged again, didn’t you! Oh, my little dumb-dumb…why do you keep doing this to yourself?”

“There’s more,” I say quietly.

This time she doesn’t say anything, and when I look up, it’s to see her giving me a serious and considering look, probably noting my uncharacteristic uncertainty.

I’m not quite sure if there’s a good way to say it, so I just blurt out, “I’m pregnant.”

Her mouth pops open again, and the same mixed emotions pass through her eyes that I felt when I found out. Confusion, excitement, fear… “But, I thought the doctors said your chances of ever getting pregnant were—”

“Practically zero, right. But I’ve been to the clinic to confirm. I’m definitely pregnant, and there’s no-one else it could be but him.”

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