Page 44 of Taming the Demon

Her eyes suddenly filled with tears.

Darrow touched Mara’s face, cupping her cheeks in his hands. “It feels so… rushed…”

“We’ve been fucking non-stop for a good while, Darrow,” Mara said. “Time flies when you’re telling lies, cheating on your husband, and waiting for your new lover to find and kill your husband. Right?”

“Don’t say it like that, babe,” Darrow said. “That fucking rat never deserved you. I’m just saying that this is quick. You got pregnant that quick…”

“We have good timing I suppose,” Mara said. “And you know that tests can be positive really early too. Oh, God, I feel like I’m in a commercial now for pregnancy tests.Did you fuck a biker and let him finish in you, then forgot that you missed your period…?”

“You missed…”

“Duh, Darrow. I never really kept track of that stuff. Never had to.”

“What do you mean by that.”

“Fitz,” she said. “He can’t… he can’t have kids.”

Darrow’s eyes grew wide. “No way.”

“Yeah. He had some accident on a motorcycle when he was a teenager. We never… I mean… you know…”

“I thought you were on the pill or something, Mara.”

“No. It never even occurred to me to say something. I’ve never been with anyone since…”

“Wait a second then,” Darrow said. “You’re really pregnant. With my baby.”

“Yes.”

“Oh, fuck, babe. We’re going to have a baby.”

“Yes,” Mara said. “Unless your psycho biker club has some rule about it. Since I’m married to another member and I wore his ink and…”

Mara’s throat squeezed and she couldn’t believe how overwhelmed she felt. Going from pretending to be pregnant to actually being pregnant. That sudden rush of love, joy and terror and the sudden need to protect the little life inside her womb at all costs.

“We’re more connected than you’ve ever been to someone else,” Darrow said. “That’s now a fact. Means we don’t have to worry about lies.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Yes, babe.”

“Darrow… I need…”

“Anything you need, I’m going to be there to take care of it. I am nothim. I never will be either. You have to trust me on that.”

Mara felt her legs suddenly give out. The intense rush of adrenaline retraced itself and all she wanted to do was simply fall asleep. Darrow caught her and pulled her against him. She clawed at his face, not to escape, but to get closer.

Her mouth touched his. They kissed. Darrow carried her toward the bathroom sink, then a hand clamped down on his shoulder.

“No wonder she’s pregnant,” Slade’s voice said.

“Do you mind?” Darrow asked.

“Yes, I actually do. You are not fucking her in Cyrus’s bathroom. Get your horny ass out there and have a drink with your brothers.”

Mara couldn’t believe the sudden change of pace within the club. Which meant none of them actually believed their lie about the pregnancy. Including the other positive pregnancy test and the documents Darrow altered. This all felt dangerous. Very fucking dangerous.

Even if Mara actually was pregnant right now.

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