Page 31 of Dirty Empire

Chapter Eleven: Discovery

Hazel

After we get home, Maverick goes to his room to work, and I sit on the edge of my bed. I had him stop at a pharmacy on the way back, claiming that I needed some candy. I’d gotten the candy but also a pregnancy test.

The package sits in my hands, my stomach twisting in knots. What the hell am I going to do if it was positive? I never even thought about the possibility of being pregnant until I had that dizzy spell at the restaurant. My period is technically late, but I’m always irregular, so that comes as no surprise. I haven’t had any symptoms of pregnancy, so maybe I’m just overreacting. I take a deep breath. I need to take the test. Tears roll down my face as I try to build up the nerve to go into the bathroom. Everything is going so well between Maverick and me, and it’s about to be completely ruined. Fuck. What am I going to do with a baby?

At least I’ll have some money soon so I can support myself and my baby. I assumed I couldn’t get pregnant. Miles and I had tried for years to have a baby. But what if it was Miles’s child? Would I look at my child’s face and see the man that raped me? I wipe a hand over my face to dry my tears. I have to find out. I could be worrying about nothing.

Standing from the bed, I walk into the bathroom. After peeing on the stick and washing my hands, I sit on the toilet seat and wait. The seconds seem to crawl by. When the timer goes off on my phone, indicating I can check the test, I don't want to. This could mean my life is going to change again completely. I’ve allowed myself to dream about a future with Maverick, but this could all come crashing down. Maverick is still involved with arms dealing. Is that the kind of environment I want to bring my kid into? He or she couldn’t go anywhere without a security team. That isn’t a life for a child to live. I stand from the toilet and look at the test that balances on the sink.

Positive.

My stomach sinks. Holy shit. I’m pregnant. I rub a hand over my stomach as if I can feel something. Tears stream down my face, but I can barely feel them. How am I suppose to tell Maverick? “Hey, I know things have been going well with us, but now I’m pregnant, and it might be my dead abusive husband’s”?

A knock sounds at the bathroom door, and I jump.

“Hazel, you alright? I’ve been calling your name.”

I hadn’t even heard him.“Yeah, I’m fine. I’ll be out in a minute,” I’m able to keep my voice from cracking as I speak. There’s a minute of silence as if he doesn't believe me. There’s no way I’m going to be able to keep this from him.

“Alright, I’m in my room if you want to hang out.”

I wait until I hear his footsteps retreating before I shove the pregnancy test in the trash can. I wash my face and blot it dry. It still looks like I’ve been crying, so I put some foundation on. I have the thought that Maverick might be suspicious as to why I’m wearing makeup before bed, but then again, men barely notice that kind of thing. I’ll tell him tomorrow when I’m able to think straight. I can’t ruin tonight. I open the bathroom door and cross my bedroom to open the adjoining door to his room. He wears gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt, flipping through a book as he sits up against the headboard.

I spot the light switch on the wall next to me and flip it off. He doesn’t say anything as I crawl into his bed. The book is set down on the nightstand with a thud. If everything is going to change after I tell him tomorrow, I at least want to feel him one more time. I need to run my hands over his hard body and imprint it on my memory. He scoots down in the bed, his face inches from mine. The moonlight flows through the window, so I’m able to see his face. For a second, I imagine a baby boy with identical deep blue eyes. He places his hand on the curve of my waist and moves it over my hips. His rough hands on my naked skin causes me to shiver.

“Tell me this is really what you want,” he says, his voice coming out husky and almost like he’s in pain. It feels like it has been forever since he was last inside me. He’s such a gentleman, waiting until I felt ready for his touch again.

“I want you,” I say. It’s true. I mostly felt directionless, not knowing what my next step in life is going to be, but I knew I wanted Maverick to be a part of it. I might not be ready to join him in business, but he put his life on the line to save me. He held me at night when I had nightmares. He’d done more for me than any other man had, and I wanted to spend every day with him. I hated that he worked so much, and I was sometimes left alone in the house because I could be spending that time with him.

He groaned before grabbing me and flipping us over so that I straddle his hips. He’s already hard and ready for me. I ground my hips against him, and he reaches up to feel my breasts underneath my shirt. My nipples harden under his touch. His thumb moves over my pointed nipples, and my body heats up. His touch is like lava, and I’m like ice. My body melts into him. My pussy is already soaking wet, I don't need any more foreplay, but as he sits up and closes his mouth over my nipple, I shudder.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I moan. He grips my ass with both hands and moves me against his dick. I hadn’t realized I’d stopped moving. As I ground against him, I remove my shirt and then tug at his. I need to feel his body now. It has been way too long. He breaks away from me to take his shirt off. I lift from his lap so he can pull his pants down. He isn’t wearing boxers, so his cock springs free. Thick and veiny. My eyes widen at the size. I’d forgotten how big and thick he is.

“Lay on your back,” he demands.

His voice is that of authority. I imagine this was the kind of tone he uses to run his arms-dealing business. It shouldn’t turn me on, but it does. I want him to tell me exactly how he wants me. I need him to give me everything he’s offering. Everything feels comfortable with him as if we’ve always known each other.

I lay on my back and shove off my shorts and panties, so I’m completely exposed. It’s dark in the room, so he can’t see everything clearly, but even if he could, I wouldn’t have been embarrassed. There was a sense of comfort with him that I can’t explain. He would never make me feel insecure about myself. I thought he’d climb on top of me, but he takes me by surprise. He gets off the bed.

“Where-”

He grabs my legs and drags me, so my ass is at the foot of the bed. He places his hands on the backs of my thighs, opening me wide for him before lowering himself to his knees. Holy shit, is he going to… His tongue licks a clean line from my entrance to my clit. His warm mouth closes over my pussy, causing my legs to shake.

“Oh shit, Maverick.” My words come out breathless. I grip his hair on instinct, needing something to hold onto. He continues to lick and explore while his grip on my thighs tightens. I’m on edge. I can feel the tingling building up in my body.

“Maverick...I… Fuck...I’m about to-”

He removes his mouth from my pussy, and the coolness of the bedroom air hits me. I was about to complain, but he stands to his feet and shoves his dick inside me. The fullness takes me over the edge. My legs shake, and my vision blurs. He keeps my legs spread open as he stands over me and relentlessly pounds. His hard body hits my clit with each thrust. His balls smack my ass, filling the bedroom with a consistent slapping noise. It isn’t long before he lets out a low groan and finishes inside me. My pussy continues to throb as he fills me up. I never want him to pull out of me because as soon as he did, I’d have to come back to reality.

***

I wake up to the bright sunlight peeking through the curtains. My head is on something hard, and it takes me a minute to realize it’s Maverick’s chest. I’m still naked from our session last night, and my body clings to his.

“Are you awake?” he whispers, the sound making his chest vibrate. I slam my eyes shut.

He chuckles. “We could sleep all day, but I thought you’d at least want breakfast.”

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