Page 44 of Happenstance
Their voices drowned out as he continued explaining possible pregnancy symptoms and the things Parker could do. I was paying more attention to the pamphlet titled, ‘Pregnancy, everything you should know.’ Why didn’t I get a pamphlet?
“And of course, increased sexual appetite.”
What?
That caught Parker’s attention too. “So I can fuck her?”
“Absolutely.”
This is so not what we came here for.
“Sexual intercourse is encouraged.”
No, no it’s not.
“It can help with the birthing process.”
I call bullshit.
“Especially with someone so inexperienced.”
Hey!!
“I have experience,” I argued.
“Having sex one time is not what I call experienced.”
How did he know that?
“Alright, we’re going to do a sonogram now, Lana.” He wandered over to something that looked an awful lot like a computer. “Lie down, please.”
My gaze narrowed as I laid back and eyed the doctor pulling the machine across the room. The wheels quietly rolled along, making me wonder what kind of doctor had nice shiny hardwood floors.A sketchy one in a secret society, that’s who.
“It’s okay, Angel.” Parker sat down in the chair beside me and held my hand in between his palms. “Don’t be scared.”
“I’m not scared.”
I’m suspicious. There’s a difference.
“And just so you know,” I whispered, so the doctor wouldn’t hear, “I’m not having sex with you.”
“Bouncing on my cock? Or did you forget that part of the deal?”
I glared at him. “You can’t force me.”
“I won’t have to.” His eyes burned a path down my body. “You want my dick as much as I want to give it to you.”
I pressed my tongue up to the roof of my mouth and forced back a swallow. My thighs clenched together and I turned away, telling myself to just ignore him. Kind of hard to do, when he was all I could smell. His earthy masculine scent seeped into my pores, making my blood run hot. It wasn’t fair. I should be smelling gross, chemical sterility, not tempting man-musk.
I snickered. Man-musk. What a horrible name. That cologne would not fly off the shelves.
Parker’s grip on my hand tightened as Dr. Creswell placed a blanket over my hips and carefully lifted my gown, baring my belly. Was he scared? I rolled my head and looked up into his light eyes. It wasn’t fear I saw there. It was anger. What the hell did he have to be so angry about? I was the one on a table being prodded.
Dr. Creswell squirted some cold crap on my stomach, that made my breath hitch. The sleeve of his coat had ridden up with his reach, exposing a small raven tattoo on his inner wrist. My inner-self screamed,I knew it!Which made it really hard to keep my outer-self quiet. Every fiber of my being wanted to jump up on the table and yell,ah ha!
All those years of Harper calling me a conspiracy theorist, and here was the proof. A little black bird staring me right in the eyes. I wondered if that girl I’d met at Riley’s party knew about it? She seemed to know her shit. Even claimed to have some evidence, though she wouldn’t tell me what it was. What was her name? Mary? Marnie? Maxine? I’d have to ask Riley. I was curious to find out if she knew about this tattoo. My eyes swung Parker’s way.
Does he have one?
