Page 42 of Always My Comfort

Brushing my wet hair, I exited the bathroom, my entire body shaking with nerves when I saw him sitting on the bed, looking more irresistible than that night we shared together.

“What’s wrong?” His deep voice pulled me out of visions from that night, the way his big hands felt on my skin, how his voice sounded while he whispered in my ear.

“Nothing. Your turn, cowboy.” He grinned, and the butterflies that were already going crazy in my stomach intensified.

I was just about to sit on the floor and dry my hair when he stopped and suddenly caged me in against the wall. The muscles in his biceps and forearms held me hostage as his nose skimmed along my jaw. I forgot to breathe when the tip of his tongue tasted my skin.

He kissed along my jaw and then nibbled on my earlobe. My breaths came out in uneven pants, and I used every ounce of strength to keep standing.

“Jax,” I moaned, dropping the hair dryer and sinking one hand into his hair and the other into his shirt to pull him closer.

He pulled away slowly, his eyes dark, his lips pink, and his hair in disarray from my fingers. The breath was sucked straight from my lungs at the sight of him.

“Get into bed, sweetheart. I won’t be long.” He stepped into the bathroom and then paused. “No fallin’ asleep now. I’m not finished with you yet.” I nodded because I couldn’t remember how to speak.

I used the little strength I had left to dry my hair and then take my vitamins before bed. I saw the hot chocolate on the bedside table and sipped the hot drink while I waited in bed, just like he asked me to.

When he finally exited the bathroom after a long ten minutes, I was a mess. I couldn’t remember the words I had rehearsed in the shower, and I certainly couldn’t think straight when he walked out shirtless, steam billowing out behind him.

“I almost expected to find you on the couch,” he joked, throwing his dirty clothes into his suitcase and then plugging his phone into the charger next tohis sideof the bed. I gulped, searching for the right answer. But I couldn’t seem to find it in time because he flipped the lights, bathing us in darkness except for a sliver of moonlight that filtered in from a gap in the curtain.

He slid into the bed, and when the mattress dipped, I fought the urge to throw myself at him. “What’s got you so stiff?” His voice was even sexier in the darkness. How was that possible?

“I—I have to tell you something, Jax.” He closed the space between us and crawls over me. I press my back flat to the mattress, hoping he didn’t feel the baby.

“Can it wait? I have a lot of missed time to make up with you.” He softly kissed my jaw and then the corner of my lips.

What am I going to tell him again?

My fingers threaded into his short hair, tugging him closer. I didn’t want this to end.

“I’m pregnant.” And he stilled, his body tensing above mine.

“What do you mean?” He started to sit up, and my fingers lost their grip and fell to my stomach. In the darkness, I couldn’t see his reaction, but he had pulled away from me, which was a bad sign. Dread curled in my gut.

It was all over.

“It’s yours. It’s why I came to find you, but I’ve been too scared to tell you. Please don’t hate me or the baby. Please, Jax.” Tears were rolling down my cheeks faster than I could spit the story out. My chest was rising and falling too fast, and suddenly, it became hard to breathe.

“Breathe, Logan. Breathe, sweetheart.” His hands cupped my face, his body pressing into mine while I fought the panic attack.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry,” I blubbered, but he placed a finger on my wet lips.

“Stop apologizing,” he whispered, wiping away my warm tears as they rolled down my cheeks. “Are you sure it’s mine?”

“You’re the only person I’ve slept with this year,” I whispered in the thick silence.

“Fuck. Okay, it’s definitely mine. You’re pregnant with my baby.”

Using one of the counting techniques I had learned to cope with the anxiety attacks, I slowly got my breathing under control while Jax tried to gather his thoughts.

“I’ll take the couch so you can process this.” I started to sit up, but his hand around my face lowered to my hips, pressing me into the bed.

“You aren’t goin’ anywhere, Logan.” I was between his strong legs, his warm hands pressing into my skin, and I didn’t want to be anywhere else. “You must be…” he goes quiet, trying to do math.

“Five months,” I whispered, and his hold tightened.

“You waited that long to tell me? Did you think I was a monster you couldn’t come to?” Pain laced every word, and I shook my head, my hands rising to cup his face.

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