Page 24 of Cold Snap
Chapter Eighteen
Teresa
What the hell is happening right now? I thought I was giving him a way out of this. He seemed concerned I might be…
“Or the fucking ring I put on your finger?”
“Ring?” Oh no! Oh no, no, no!
“Or when you have my last fucking name.”
“No!”
“Yes!”
I get out of the truck as soon as it comes to a stop. I didn’t think about the repercussions of what we did, but there is no way I am paying for it with my freedom or his life.
“I am not marrying you so you can relieve your sense of duty because you think you might have knocked me up.”
I take off running with no clear destination in sight. I just know I have to get away. But he is there, sweeping me off my feet and carrying me into the gaping mouth of the cabin that now looks more like a dungeon than a cozy little getaway.
“You are going to be pregnant, Teresa! No doubt about that! Because I am going to keep your little pussy filled full until my little swimmers get the job done.”
What the hell?!
He sits me down to shut and lock the door behind us. I spin around and take the big jerk in. “What are you…? Are you telling me you were trying to knock me up?”
Oh God! Queasiness hits me hard as I start to wonder, my eyes going around the room we are in. Has he…?
“Have you done this before?” I turn to keep him in my sight. “Are there other…girls? Other baby incubators?”
“What the fuck? What are you….? Have you lost your mind? Of course, I’ve never done this before. I’ve never been inside anyone raw before.”
“Stop calling it that! It sounds like…meat.”
He grabs his dick through his clothing, and even from here it looks ready to go again. “It is meat, baby.”
“Am I just meat?”
He is on me before I can even try to run away. He has me up in his arms, pushing me up against the wall.
“You are my angel. You are going to be the mother of my child.”
“And what if I’m not? What if…?”
He silences me with his mouth on mine. The kiss is hot and a little desperate. I’m not sure which one of us is making it that way as I wrap my legs around him and cling to him. Our tongues duel with one another as we both try to take more from the other. Slowly, we pull apart with lingering kisses and nips.
“I feel like I can finally breathe again.”
What does that mean? Does that mean he feels what I do? Does that mean he understands? Because it sure feels like the invisible band around my chest has finally loosened for the first time since I walked out his door.
I stare into his eyes and beg him to tell me he feels this, too. That it’s not just me.
“I…thought you only wanted to get me out of your system. That what we did was just a…one-time thing.”
He gives me a long look before he moves us so that we are sitting on the couch with me straddling his lap. It’s not really a full couch when he’s sitting on it, but more like an oversized chair.
“You thought I fucked you so I wouldn’t want you anymore.”
