Page 148 of Dirty Rock

“I didn’t plan it,” she began to sob quietly. “Something must have happened. A condom split or…”

“Shut up, Jules. I know that isn’t you. You don’t trap people.”

“I wouldn’t.” Her whole body pressed against me, and all I could think about was that stomach. That place a baby was apparently growing.

She took a minute to let me hold her before she pulled back, pushed her hair away from her face, and wiped her swollen, stained cheeks. Her eyes met mine from above, and I looked up at her with so much fucking love, I couldn’t handle it.

I couldn’t handleher.

“What are you thinking?” she murmured.

“Just how fucking lucky I am.”

Her breath caught in the back of her throat. “You’re not upset.”

“Only at seeing you like this.”

“But, the band. The album. The tour beyond that. The—”

“None of it matters.”

And there they were. The four words I never thought would fall from my mouth.

None. Of. It. Matters.

I meant every one of them, too.

The band. The music. I could do anything with that. I could walk away, take it with me, dilute the success and turn it into something else. I could move it in a direction I never imagined and still be happy.

But her?

The kid?

I would only ever walk side by side with them. Or behind, when and if they needed me to, putting them up on stage under the bright lights, front and centre.

“What did you just say?” she whispered, her whole face falling with disbelief and her hands resting on my tattooed shoulders.

“I said none of it matters.” I grinned up at her.

“This is your life. Your dream. You can’t just give it up.”

“I don’t plan on that, but I would if I needed to. I’d do it for you, and if those tests are right, I’d do it for the baby.”

“You’re… happy?” She frowned.

A weird, nervous laugh I’d never heard myself laugh before escaped me. “I guess so.” Dragging my nails down her back earned a shudder from her. “Are you?”

She took a minute as if the reality of everything was only just catching up with her.

“Because none of this matters if you aren’t happy, Jules. You have to go through this. Carry the baby. Carry more responsibility. Lose more control. Give up your—”

Her lips crashed to mine with such force, I fell backwards, pulling her down on top of me as my head hit the pillow. Her thighs squeezed me in. Her hands held my face with a crazy amount of pressure. Her tongue owned every party of my concentration as it massaged with my own, and her lips drove me crazy. I became hard instantly, the need to drive into her bursting within me as she rode this wave of emotion she was on.

God, I could taste her forever.

Her desperate kiss slowed until she began to peel away with a littering of tiny kisses left behind before she pulled back an inch.

“We have gone and got thisso… damn… twisted.” She grinned brightly.

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