Page 37 of Axle
Cage got up, and we followed him into one of the exam rooms where he rummaged in a drawer. “Good plan.”
Mason stayed planted beside me, one big hand resting lightly on my hip. He wasn’t crowding me exactly, but I was glad he stuck close since I was nervous.
“Here you go.” Cage handed me the little pink box. “Let me know when you want me to draw that blood.”
A shiver of unease slid down my spine at how certain he sounded that the test would come back positive, but Mason didn’t give me the chance to worry before he muttered, “Upstairs.”
The walk back to our room felt longer than ever before. The test was light in my hand, but my heavy pulse thudded in my ears. Every step closer to his room made my nerves jump.
But beneath the anxiety was something else. A quiet, dangerous thread of hope I couldn’t seem to untangle.
Mason must’ve sensed my uneasiness because his hand stayed on me the whole way, almost as though he already knew the answer and wanted me to know he wasn’t going anywhere.
Mason closed the bedroom door behind us and steered me straight into the bathroom. When he followed me inside, I held up the box with a glare. “You’re not coming in here while I pee.”
He gave me a look that could’ve stripped paint. “Don’t see the point in?—”
“Alone.” I shut the door in his face.
The grumble that came from the other side made me bite back a smile.
Once I was done, I set the test on the counter and flipped the cap over the end. Then I checked the directions just to be sure how long we had to wait—more than enough time for my nerves to tie themselves in knots.
I twisted the faucet to wash my hands, and the door opened. Mason stepped inside without asking, closing the toilet lid and sitting down. He rested his palm on my thigh, and his thumb brushed back and forth in slow, steady strokes, the weight of his hand grounding me while my thoughts tried to spiral. “How long do we wait?”
“Three minutes.”
He pulled his phone out and set a timer, then pulled me between his legs, his face pressed against my stomach. I didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath until his cell buzzed.
Twisting in his hold, my gaze dropped to the tiny window on the white stick. There they were— two pink lines. Unmistakably positive.
A shaky laugh escaped me before I could stop it. My chest was full to bursting, but under the happiness was a thread of doubt I couldn’t quite ignore. What if, to him, this just made me his baby mama…when what I wanted was to be his old lady. His wife.
Before the fear could take root, he tugged me down and kissed me. A hungry and unshakable possession with his mouth. My fingers curled in his shirt, clinging to him—to the heat and certainty he radiated.
By the time he stood, pulling me up with him, the doubt was already drowned out by the sensual need he’d built in me. And the curve of his mouth promised I wouldn’t be thinking about anything but him in another minute.
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Ididn’t wait another minute. I kissed her, slow and dirty. A claiming. She made a soft sound against my lips, and I felt my cock harden again like my body hadn’t been paying attention to the past twelve hours.
“Wow.” She sounded dizzy, and it made my mouth tilt against hers. Then she blinked at me, cheeks flushed and eyes heavy. “Mason?”
“Yeah, angel.”
“You’re really happy about this?”
“How ’bout I show you how fucking happy this makes me. Not sure you’re gonna be able to walk again tomorrow, though,” I warned, voice low and satisfied. I’d fucking loved knowing she’d been sore and dripping with me the other day.
Her eyes went hazy and sharp at once. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
“Yes.” I grabbed her waist and pulled her against me. “Shower. Now.”
She blinked, surprised, then smiled, slow and wicked around the edges. “Bossy.”
“You like me bossy,” I replied without apology, because the truth didn’t need dressing up. “Move your sweet ass, angel. I need you wet for me, and this seems efficient.”
