Page 35 of Hooked On Them

She laughed softly. “I’m already pregnant, Carter. Unless there’s something else I should know?”

“I get tested regularly,” I assured her. “And I haven’t been with anyone since the yacht.”

Surprise flickered across her face. “Really? I thought?—”

“What, that I’d been sleeping my way through Manhattan?” I teased, but there was a serious undercurrent to my words. “No. Not since you.”

Something softened in her expression. “Me neither.”

The admission felt more intimate than it should have. I kissed her as I slowly slid inside her. She was warm and tight around me, her body accepting mine inch by inch.

I started with slow, deep thrusts that had her moaning into my neck. Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me in even deeper.

“Please, Carter, I need more.” Her voice broke with urgency as she raised her hips to meet my thrusts. Her eyes locked with mine, and her fingers dug into my shoulders with enough force to leave marks. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

I pulled out, rising onto my knees as I fisted my cock. “You want me to fuck you hard?”

“Yes, please. Please fuck me hard.” She pinched her nipples and arched her back, treating me to an erotic display of how much she wanted me.

“On your hands and knees.” I worked my hand faster as she quickly turned over, her ass on full display. I ran my hand over one of her cheeks before moving in behind her. “You asked for this.”

She cried out as I slammed into her. My hands gripped her hips as we moved together, the connection between us intense and overwhelming.

“Nora, fuck. You feel amazing.” I was completely lost in her, both mentally and physically.

“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

I leaned forward, pressing my chest against her back, one arm wrapping around her waist to hold her close while my other hand braced against the couch. “Do you like the way my cock fills your sweet pussy? How well we fit together?”

Her response was a series of gasps and moans that drove me wild, pushing me closer to the edge. Our bodies found the perfect rhythm, with her pushing back each time I pushed forward.

When she cried out my name, I followed her over the edge, my vision nearly blacking out from the intensity. For several long moments, we stayed connected, both of us trembling.

Finally, I eased away, helping her turn over before collapsing next to her on the couch. I pulled her against my chest, her back to my front, my arm draped protectively over her waist. Our breathing gradually slowed, but my heart continued to race.

The apartment was quiet except for the occasional distant sound of traffic outside. In that moment, everything felt right in a way I hadn’t experienced before.

“You okay?” I kissed along her shoulder, my fingers dancing over her lower abdomen.

She nodded, her hand finding mine and squeezing gently. “Better than okay.”

I lay there smiling like a total sap, tracing lazy circles on Nora’s hip when her phone lit up on the coffee table. The soft blue glow illuminated her face as she reached for it, and I watched as her expression transformed in an instant.

Her entire body went rigid against mine.

“Nora?” I propped myself up on my elbow. “What is it?”

She stared at the screen, her face draining of color. “It’s, um, the results.” She swallowed hard. “From the paternity test.”

I was surprised my heart didn’t break through my chest cavity. This was it, the moment that would change everything. I’d been preparing myself for this since she told me she was pregnant, oscillating between hoping I was the father and being terrified of the responsibility.

She angled the screen away from me, reading quickly. “Oh.” The single, flat syllable carried a world of meaning, and I knew. Even before she looked at me with those devastated eyes, I knew.

“Not me?” I kept my voice steady despite the strange hollow feeling spreading through my chest.

She shook her head, not quite meeting my gaze. “No. It’s... it’s Dominic.”

The arrogant hockey player who strutted around like he owned the ice. The guy who had antagonized her from day one. The player with daddy issues a mile wide and the emotional maturity of a coconut.

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