Page 48 of The Run Home
“I think I’m already in love with you,” I finally said into the quiet of my empty house. I rubbed circles over my stomach, heart already made up on what I was going to do. My mind was taking a bit longer to get on the same page, but by the time the sun sank into the horizon, I was fully on board with keeping this baby.
All those years of trying to get pregnant. I had given up on my dreams of children. Gave up on my dream of love and marriage. But now it was happening. The baby part, not the love and marriage. I couldn’t turn my back on this gift. The situation wasn’t ideal, but I knew I could take care of this baby in the way that he or she deserved. I could shower this little one with love and attention, even as a single parent. Our family dynamic wasn’t the same as the one I’d grown up in, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me.
My eyes filled with tears again.
This time from happiness.
I’d simply have to keep this a secret from Boon. At least for a little while. I wanted the time to wrap my head around this change in my life before I blew everything up and allowed hisnegativity to seep in. I needed to fortify my defenses before he decided he now hated me. Just a few weeks.
I forced myself out of bed and into the shower. I washed and blow-dried my hair, applied my usual skin care, and packed my lunch for work tomorrow. I slipped into my comfiest set of sweats and read my latest book until my eyes grew heavy. Flicking off the light next to my bed, I snuggled into the sheets and blankets and let myself drift off to sleep.
Sometime before midnight I was jostled awake.
“Hey, lovebug,” came the deep rumble from behind me.
Boon’s clean scent wrapped around me before his arms did. His hands slid under my sweatshirt and into my pants. He moaned when he discovered I wasn’t wearing panties. His fingers parted me, my body instantly wired to want him. My hips pushed back against his erection without my brain telling them to do it. Suddenly his hand let go of my breast and shoved down my sweats. He lifted my leg and ran his cock along my wet seam.
“I love how you’re always ready for me,” he whispered, continuing to rub himself against me, but not sliding home.
Every tired, slightly nauseous feeling from today disappeared in a vat of horny need. God, how could he turn me on like this? From dead asleep to begging him to fill me in two seconds flat?
He did finally slide inside of me, both of us stilling on a groan of pleasure. He began to move, slow and steady, his breath hot on my neck.
“I needed this,” he said, words slipping from his lips like he’d been saving them up all day for this exact moment. “Neededyou, Shae. You feel so good wrapped around me. Like this pussy was made for me.”
His hand slid from my hip to the front of me. For a second, I froze as his palm skimmed my belly. Right where our child lay under his palm. But then he kept moving, his fingers now strumming my clit, forcing my brain to quit thinking and onlyfeel. Just like always, I was chanting his name and flying through an orgasm in record time. He pulled out on a grunt and I felt a splash of wet heat on my back as he came.
I buried my head in the pillows so I didn’t shout what was running through my brain.
Don’t bother pulling out! I’m already pregnant!
He held me in his arms for quite some time, then cleaned me up afterward. When he placed a kiss on my drowsy head and slipped back out of my house, I knew I could do this. I could keep this secret for a few weeks. Just until I worked up the nerve to tell him.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Boon
I lived so muchof my life on the road, always a different city, different bed, different weather, I was surprised to find that I’d developed a kind of rhythm here in Blueball that didn’t make me want to puke. I actually liked getting up early and heading to the high school to teach the youth of America. I loved being a baseball coach and all the mentorship that came with it. I loved being a dad to a teen girl who I somehow irritated more days than not. What I really loved was sneaking over to Shae’s house most nights of the week.
Come January, I didn’t bother sneaking back into Mom’s house on the weekends. Kinsley slept until noon anyway. I could easily spend the night at Shae’s and still be back before Kinsley woke up and started asking questions. Mom, on the other hand, knew exactly what I was doing, but oddly, she didn’t ask questions. I’d walk in, Shae’s scent clinging to me, and she’d just raise a single eyebrow and look away.
I never expected to like my retirement years and yet here I was, smiling ear to ear on a daily basis.
There was just one thing missing. Something I wasn’t able to wrap my brain around. Sometimes my interactions with Shae left me so mad I had to hit some balls just to get out my frustration. She gave me her body so freely, and yet kept everything else wrapped up tight. Every time I suggested going out, or making breakfast together, or going to the library—pretty much her favorite pastime—she balked. She certainly didn’t act shy when she pulled me into her bed or acted out any of the fantasies I shared with her or she shared with me. She was all too willing to be with me then.
I, Boon Wolfe, was feeling a bit used.
Yeah, yeah, laugh your ass off. After all the years of cleat chasers and dodging commitments with women, the cleat was on the other foot now. Shae was using me for my body.
And I didn’t fucking like it.
“Hey, big dog!” Coach Johnson bellowed in my ear, slapping my back so hard I swallowed my gum. Fuck, now everyone else was using the stupid nickname Shae had introduced.
I gave him a head nod and the best grin I could muster. “You seen Shae?” She wasn’t in the break room getting her morning cup of coffee and spilling it on her blouse like she always did. Recently, she’d been switching up her daily routine, and I had a feeling she was avoiding me. I didn’t fucking like that either.
“Nah, bruh. She’s out sick.” Johnson changed the subject like Shae being sick wasn’t a big deal. When I’d left her last night around midnight, she’d been feeling fine indeed after coming twice on my cock and once from my mouth. “You boys going to pull out a W against Hell High?”
We had a game today against our nemesis. That should be my number one focus, but now that I knew Shae was sick, I couldn’t seem to care.
