Page 65 of Feasting on Her Curves (Forbidden Fantasies)

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The hike would be forever in my memories as one of the highlights of my life. I never would have thought I could stand around and watch my friends get off, but with Petra in the mix, it all seemed natural. Gavin promised not to post any of the pictures, but he shared a few with me. Gazing at Petra’s face while she was deep in the throes of passion was enough to make my dick hard all over again.

I put my phone away Monday morning. I had a meeting with the municipal water department over the sewer system, and I had to come prepared. Reading over some of the emails that had circulated, I downloaded an attachment and skimmed it.

My phone beeped, and it was Petra. She sent me a picture of a home pregnancy test. I held my breath, not wanting to face the ramifications. It wasn’t a positive test, just an unopened box. I wondered if that meant she was late for her period. Obviously, she wasn’t hiding anything since she’d texted me before she took it.

I didn’t know how I felt about it. On the one hand, I was happy if she was happy, and she seemed to be. On the other, having a child would certainly add another dimension to my political ambitions.

After the orgy in the woods, there was no telling who the father was, yet if she was concerned about pregnancy at this point in the relationship, I thought that would rule me out. I had only been with her twice, both times quite recently. Maybe she’d had an encounter with Gavin or Cory that predated mine. It still seemed early to be testing, but what did I know? Maybe she felt something that encouraged her to check whether she was really carrying a baby or not.

Let’s talk, I wrote back.

With that visual in my mind, I went to my meeting. It was hard to concentrate. I was worried about Petra and the future of our relationship. Her question about how I was going to handle a polyamorous arrangement while I was running for office became even more urgent. I knew that there was a way to do both things; I just wasn’t sure what it was. Voters could be pretty picky, and being mayor was something I had wanted for a long time. There had to be a way around it. I just needed time to think.

After the meeting, I went back to my office. I was expecting Petra to text again with the results of the test, but she didn’t. Waiting another hour, I finally prompted her.

Is it positive?I asked.

Inconclusive, she responded. I made a doctor’s appointment.

Are you sure there’s been enough time to test?I continued.

I didn’t feel well this morning,she answered. I’m just covering all the bases. Are you nervous?

No, I responded quickly. I didn’t want her to think I would be anything but thrilled if she was carrying my child, or Gavin’s or Cory’s for that matter. Still, it would complicate things, and I needed some time to sort out my feelings.

As if that wasn’t enough, there was a knock on my door. I looked up to see Patrick entering my office. Tilting my head back, I couldn’t stop a groan from escaping my lips. Just my luck. In the middle of a pregnancy crisis, Patrick was the worst possible visitor.

“I don’t have anything to say to you.” I stood up just in case he tried to attack me again.

“Just listen,” Patrick cut me off. “I’m not here to start any trouble.”

That sounded promising, so I relaxed, setting the phone down on my desk. If he was angry before, he would be livid if he discovered Petra’s condition. I hoped she hadn’t told anyone else, except for Cory and Gavin. That type of news was best saved for when she was certain, in my opinion.

“I came here to apologize,” Patrick said, standing awkwardly just inside the door.

I let my guard down. We had been friends once upon a time; maybe we could get past all the drama and become friends again. If Pat was willing to allow his sister to choose her own path, then I didn’t have any beef with him.

“What changed?” I asked.

“I had a long talk with my mother,” Pat admitted. “She helped me see that it’s really not up to me.”

“Thank God you came around to that,” I expressed my relief with a grin.

“But if you hurt her—” He pointed an angry finger at me.

“I won’t.” I put up my hands. “I’ve got nothing but respect for your sister.”

“Okay then.” Patrick relaxed once again. “I’m sorry for being such an ass the past few weeks.”

“Water under the bridge,” I agreed. “But I think you need to apologize to Petra too.”

“She’s on my list,” Pat said. “I’m going there next.”

“Great.”

“Well…” He glanced around, having come to the end of his agenda. “I’ll see myself out this time.”

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