Page 79 of The Jackpot Screwer
“Then you jumped me?”
He said it like it was a question and I couldn’t help but laugh. “I think you’ll find it was you who jumped me.”
“Whoever jumped who it doesn’t matter. Amazing orgasms followed.” He lifted a hand to take a strand of my hair and run it through his fingers. “A lot of the blue has gone now. You can dye it you know.”
“I know. Not sure whether I want to. What do you think?”
He leaned forward and kissed my nose. “You’re beautiful either way.”
Before he could pull away, I placed my hand on the back of his head and met his gaze. “I’m so sorry for my behavior last night. It wasn’t really about getting married, you know that, right?”
Soft lips kissed mine and then a breath whispered over my skin as he sighed.
“What was it about?” he asked, taking the mug from between us and placing it on the nightstand. “I know it’s not about a gold band on your finger.” He lifted my hand and kissed the exact finger where that band would sit.
“You were really pissed at me, weren’t you?”
Carter’s head went back, and he exhaled through his nose. I thought he was going to let loose on my ass, but instead when his gaze met mine again, it was with a gorgeous smile. It was full of warmth and love and not for the first time I wondered how the hell I deserved him.
“I was pissed,” he replied. “Pissed that it was coming from nowhere and a little pissed that you chose that moment to bring it all up. It was kind of a big deal for Hunt and Ellie, asking us to be in the bridal party.”
I gasped because he was right, and I’d been too selfish to realize it. “Oh my God, I feel like such a bitch. I didn’t even think about it being their night.”
“They paid for a fancy dinner, fancy wine and not just you, but both of us, ruined it for them. I shouldn’t have left, but I’d had a real shit day and it was one thing too many.”
“Why, what happened?” I edged closer and wound an arm around his waist, loving the feel of warm skin under my fingertips.
“Had to put a young dog to sleep and she was the couple’s baby, because they can’t have a kid.” He looked down at my stomach and smiled but the eyes that met mine were conflicted.
“It’s not your fault that they can’t have kids, Carter. Or that you had to euthanize their dog.”
“I know, but I couldn’t help but think.” He placed his hands over our baby. “We didn’t actually welcome this little one wholeheartedly, did we? We were given this amazing gift, Lollipop and we both acted like a kid that asked for a PlayStation for Christmas and got a coloring book.”
“Only for a short time,” I offered. “We soon got on board.”
“I guess. So, what was last night about? ‘Cause, like I said, I know it wasn’t about a wedding.”
I took a deep breath and placed my hands over Carter’s which were still on my belly. “I feel like I’ve been a real bitch from the moment that little plastic thing told me I was pregnant. I pushed you away because I didn’t have faith in you, and that was wrong. Then just as we get back on track I act like a crazy spoiled bitch. Ruining Hunter and Ellie’s night too.”
“I know what I said, but I do doubt you spoiled their night, Lollipop. They’re so wrapped up in each other, and you know Hunter will love the fact that you being pissed at me makes him look good. He’s so self-centered he probably didn’t even realize what was going on.”
I rolled my eyes, knowing that he loved Hunter and that was the only reason he gave him so much shit.
“You know that’s not true.” I sighed and ran my fingers over his forearm, fascinated to watch his fine hairs stand on end. “He was real quiet after you left. He didn’t even eat desert and you know how much he loves pie.”
Carter groaned. “If that’s an analogy of him and my sister fucking then I no longer want my oatmeal.”
“No,” I cried, with a smile. “It isn’t.”
Resting my forehead on his shoulder, I wished that I could turn back the clock to just before we walked into the restaurant the night before.
“Carter,” I said without lifting my head. “I’m so sorry. I’ve turned crazy since I’ve been pregnant.”
“Just a little, Lollipop.” He gave a soft laugh and then lifted my head with a finger under my chin. “Tell me.”
“I was jealous,” I finally admitted. “They’re just starting out; new house, wedding, and it feels like we skipped all that bit. Not that the baby isn’t exciting, because it is, so exciting. I can’t wait for us to be a family, I really can’t. I just… well, I worry that we’re missing out on so much.”
“Jumping ahead to being parents without the excitement of a wedding?”
