Page 13 of Dubious Secrets

The tech smiles and nods. “Yup, measuring perfectly. Baby just shy of thirteen weeks, which matches up with your date.”

I breathe out a sigh of relief and smile up at Ryker. I wouldn’t have had the courage to ask, so I was just waiting to see if they said anything.

The tech stands, handing me a towel. “Go ahead and clean up, mama. Let me print these out and you two are good to go. We’ll see you back at twenty weeks or so for the anatomy scan. If you decide you want to know the gender, let us know.”

“Thank you,” I mutter as she leaves us so I can get dressed. Ryker waits patiently, and then we walk out to the car, holding hands.

After we stop by a sandwich shop to eat, we go home. Ryker had asked if I wanted to go shopping for anything, and I know we probably should. But I don’t want to just yet. It feels like we should keep her a secret for a little while. I don’t want to explain how I’m convinced we’re having a girl. He seems a little disappointed so when we walk into the apartment, I hold up the photo.

“Want to put it on the fridge?” I ask, biting my lip.

He swallows. “Yeah.”

Ryker takes the sonogram from me and tucks it under a large sea turtle magnet. It also covers two photos of him and Mary. I don’t know if it’s intentional or not, so I don’t say anything because I don’t want to make it awkward.

He steps back, staring at the image in awe.

“We made that,” he says.

I snort. “I mean, sure. But like, mostly me.”

Ryker turns to me with a soft smile, his eyes roaming over my body and settling on my face. “Yeah, mostly you.”

I don’t look away as we watch each other, and he reaches forward cupping my face, his thumb rubbing against my cheek. My heart pounds in my chest, my breathing is shallow, and right as I go to speak, he kisses me. My fingers twist in his shirt, moaning into his mouth as he deepens our kiss. I’m backed against the wall as his hand slides into my hair and his other one grabs my leg, lifting it to wrap around his waist.

I can feel his hard cock pressing against me, and I gasp when he rocks into me. I want him to strip me bare and fuck me against the wall, so before I beg him to do just that, I push against his chest.

“Ryker, we should…” my voice is hoarse with desperation and he squeezes his eyes shut, stepping away from me.

He runs a hand through his hair and then walks out of the kitchen without a word.

I’m horny. I’m so horny that it’s not funny and down right frustrating.

My eyes squeeze shut as I push the dildo inside me. I desperately want my vibrator, but I’m afraid of making too much noise. My sister’s boyfriend may have knocked me up, but the thought of him hearing me get off after our shared kiss is mortifying.

The way he walked off without a word has my imagination running wild because maybe he’d been as worked up as I am. Especially from that one time where he came in his pants, but I don’t want to get my hopes up. Every passing week, the more time I spend with Ryker, the more I want him for myself, and I hate that. Because he’ll never be mine. He's never been mine, even if I’m carrying his baby.

“Stassie. I wanted to—” Ryker opens my door without knocking, choking on his words when he sees me on the bed with the dildo stuffed in my pussy.

I squeeze my eye shuts, hoping this isn’t happening before I look back up at his stunned expression. A whimper falls from my lips. “Get out,” I croak, tears gathering on my waterline.

Ryker frowns, shutting the door with him inside and walks slowly to the bed. “Stassie? Are you okay? You look like you’re in pain?”

I groan, pulling the fake cock out to close my legs and turn onto my side, giving him my back. “I’m fine. Just leave me alone.”

He sits on the bed instead, his hand reaching out to grip my hip. “Don’t be embarrassed. Maybe I can help.”

My responding laugh is hollow and humorless. “You ran from a kiss. I doubt you’ll help me get off.”

His fingers dig into my skin, and he pushes me onto my back. Ryker’s hand slides between my legs, grabbing my thigh and prying it open. My breath catches when his fingers tease at my wet, puffy pussy lips, rubbing between them before circling my clit softly.

“I walked away because I thought you were going to stop me and I didn’t want to hear it. Baby, if you’re aching for more, I want to give it to you.”

I shudder at the deep arousal in his voice. Ryker reaches over my body and my attention catches on the dildo as he grabs it.

His fingers push into me, pumping a few times as I arch into his hand. He pulls out, rubbing my wetness down it and lining the tip up to my hole.

Groaning, I grab on to his shirt, loving the stretch as Ryker forces me to take the whole thing.

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