Page 20 of Sip
In our world, we trust no one except each other. And, that’s barely true anymore. Having his sperm count tested would be leverage against us we can’t risk. Now he’s married to the woman I love for the only goal he can’t achieve. God damn it. My hands shake from the irony, and I loosen my grasp to keep from shattering the glass clenched in my fist.
“We need to figure this out ourselves. You’ll have to fuck her. We’ll have to see if you can get her pregnant.”
Seconds pass as I try to process the words that just came out of his mouth. The suggestion is the most twisted crazy fucked up bullshit idea I’ve heard. Even worse, I’ve never wanted anything more. “You’re out of your god damn mind. We can’t do that. It’s sick.”
Eerily calm, Shane slowly nods his head agreeing with my assertion wholeheartedly. Although not enough to stop himself from continuing. “Of course it is. But what choice do we have? What other way are we going to fix this?”
Doesn’t matter. Me fucking her for him will break her. We’ll figure out something else. “No.”
“Then I have to kill her and find someone else to marry and fuck.” He raises up and so does his voice. “And what if that doesn’t work? I have all these dead wives and still no sons?”
Normally I accept how this life works with no questions asked. But the mere mention of him thinking about killing her, drives my hand to my gun. We’re at a show down now, both of us panting and flushed. He swings his arm, pointing at me with a furious finger.
“I asked you to let me arrange a marriage for you and you said no. Fucking no because you were too damn selfish to be bothered. So I had to do it myself. Now this poor girl doesn’t love me— hell she probably doesn’t even like me. Yet she does everything damn thing I ask of her including this and you have the balls to say no. Man up Killian. Man the fuck up and do what this family needs.”
He continues to berate me about being disloyal and worthless and stupid. Yet all I can comprehend is she will let me have her. I cut off his tirade. “She really agreed?”
Some of the fire burns off from his fury when I mention her. When I put her at the center of this dispute. When I remind him she is the only one who will suffer from this idea.
“She was upset at first as you would expect. But after some time thinking it over, she realized we have no other choice. Unlike you, she understands. Her duty and ours— the commitment made between our families. I swore to her it’s the right thing to do and we’d never make her feel like it wasn’t.”
I drop into the chair across from his desk from the gravity of the situation. Motherfucker. She’s the most dedicated of all three of us to let us do this to her despite her worry we’d think less of her or treat her like a whore.
“She agreed the next time she ovulates, then you’ll fuck her.”
Jesus. My cock lengthens from the thought. “Which is when?”
“Tonight. According to the research, you’re supposed to fuck her two days before, the day of, and two days after. That gives you the best chance of pregnancy.”
Three times. I get to fuck my pixie angel three times a month until she’s pregnant. Fucking hell. I can barely think let alone speak. He’s silent too. Rare for him to shut his mouth but even he realizes how difficult this perverse scheme is to easily accept. Especially when agreement gives me what I want— the only thing I’ve ever truly wanted— Grace.
Finally, he breaks the silence, tapping the side of his fist against the desk. “Will you do it?”
Unbelievable. He asks me to impregnant his wife and demands an instant answer. After I’ve been awake for more than forty-eight hours and flown all night to get here, he expects me to agree in just a few minutes. Proof of how desperate he really is.
I meet his eye. He has no clue how fucking in love I am with her. I can’t reveal anything else but the truth for this opportunity. “I want to talk to her first.”
His head starts shaking before I finish.
“No, that’s not necessary. She–”
“Yes.” I jerk up and lean over his desk and into his space. For the first time ever, he flinches from my threat. We really are a breaking point. “It is. I haven’t spoken to her for more than nine months and now you just expect me to walk in here and accept this like it’s no big deal?”
Fury matching mine burns in his eyes. He doesn’t like being questioned. Too damn bad.
“It’s not a big deal.”
God he really is a heartless prick. “To her it is.”
“Since when did you start caring about what my wife wants?”
The tone shifts to emphasize his wife, his property, his possession. That he gives away too damn easily just like her father who doesn’t give a damn about her either.
“When you asked me to fuck her.”
She’s too nervous to speak with me.
According to my brother, she refuses to see me ahead of time. Another first for my sibling and me— I don’t believe him. He’s never lied to me before. No reason to. We’re all each other has anymore. Now, with her, his duplicity couldn’t be more obvious.
