Page 47 of Mase
“I’m going to ask you something, Summer, and I want you to tell me the truth. Do you hear me?”
He stops brushing and points to the sink, where I proceed to spit the toothpaste before facing him.
His bright-green eyes shimmer; they’re full of so many emotions: nervousness, concern and, above all else, longing. “Y-Yes. I hear you.” My throat is scratchy, and I don’t know if it’s from the assault on my mouth last night or the sickness from my guilt.
“You pregnant?” His nostrils are flared, and the softness that was there moments ago is quickly being replaced by anger, making anxiety ripple through me.
His hands balled into fists rest on each side of me, caging me in on the counter. “Are you?”
“Y-Yes,” I whimper.
A stuttered gasp leaves him, and a pained sound rumbles in his chest before he drops his head and shakes it. His body is taut, and unadulterated devastation radiates from him as he heaves in breaths.
I want to reach out and touch him, to give him comfort, but I sit there, frozen in place.
“The last woman who said she was pregnant to me was my wife, but it wasn’t my baby.”
His words tear through my heart and rip it to shreds, leaving it in useless tatters.
How could she do this to him? My beautifully broken man.
A tear slips down my face. “I swear I would never lie to you.” I swipe away the wetness on my cheeks. Then with shaky hands, I grasp his face in mine and lift his head. “I swear it.”
His gaze bounces over my face and settles on my eyes as if searching for the truth behind my words, so I allow him to see into my soul.
He licks his lips. “Is it mine?” he rasps.
My heart thuds. “Yes. I’ve only ever slept with you.”
He gives a firm nod.
Then he steps back, releasing me from his aura, and my body cries out to feel him close again. For him to hold me and tell me everything is going to be okay. I want him to reassure me and take control of my escalating thoughts. When I said I needed the money for college, I wasn’t lying, but I also omitted some truth, and the thought of losing him when I’ve only just found him is terrifying. He heads toward the door, and my heart sinks. Just before he walks through it, he says the very words I never wanted to hear.
“I need a DNA test, Summer.”
TWENTY-SIX
MASE
After leaving the bathroom,I went into a complete panic. The girl I had a one-night stand with, the one I paid for, the one I’m guardian over, is pregnant and telling me the baby is mine.
The first thing I do is call Reed. He is, after all, my attorney, not that he’s any good. He called the doctor he has on retainer on my behalf, and within the hour, he was here taking Summer’s blood.
“Can we talk?” Summer’s sweet voice floats in the evening breeze. Tomorrow, I get to find out if I’m going to be a father or not.
Whether my dreams will become reality or I’ve only stepped into another nightmare.
Exhaling, I sit forward on the outdoor couch. “I really don’t want to talk right now, Sum.”
“Then let me look after you,” she whispers, and I lift my head. She’s wearing the same dress she wore the night she sold herself, and my cock throbs.
Is the dress strategic too? Does she think she can exploitme by using me for sex? Is she manipulating me like Tara did?
I shake my head. As much as I want her, I won’t allow her the control over me like I did my wife.
She blows out a deep breath. “I don’t want sex, Mase. I just want to give you comfort.” She gestures toward my groin, and my cock responds. “I know you’re dealing with a lot right now.” Slowly, I lift my eyes up toward her and blink. She’s not once mentioned what she’s going through or how she feels. Not once has she complained about being sick or pregnant. My sweet girl has accepted everything I’ve thrown at her, and here she is, offering me comfort.
Stretching my arms out along the back of the couch, I move to the side to make room for her, and she lowers herself beside me. Then I stare out into the gardens and allow her to pop open my jean button, slip down my zipper, and take out my semihard cock. I hiss through my teeth when her soft lips wrap around my cock and her tongue flicks over my slit, causing me to jolt.
