“It was my life. I had to leave that life. I was suffocating.” Her voice cracked. “I’m sorry I have to go.” And with that, the line went dead.
I called her back right away, hoping it had been a bad connection, but the phone just kept ringing and ringing. My emotions were shot and I lay on the bed with heavy eyes. The call hadn’t gone as expected. In fact, I felt as if my heart had broken just a little bit more for Zane. How could a mother be like that? I clasped my belly and vowed that no matter what happened, if I had a baby, I would always put them first.
“You still in here, lazy butt?” Zane entered the room and stared at me on the bed.
“I’m tired. It’s late.”
“Too tired for some loving?”
“I’m never too tired.” I yawned again and we both laughed. He walked over and joined me on the bed, and I quickly put the piece of paper on the night table under my phone.
“What do you want to do tonight?” he asked as he laid down next to me and played with my hair.
“Let’s play a board game.” I sat up. “Something to get our minds off of everything.”
“What about truth and dare?” He winked at me and I pinched him.
“No.” I shook my head, trying to smile. “Do you have Monopoly?”
“I do.” He smiled down at me and paused as he took in my face properly. “Are you okay, Lucky?” He frowned as he studied the pink hue of my cheeks and the red in my eyes. “You’re sad?” He sat up and pulled me up next to him so he could look at me clearly. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I bit my lip and turned away from him. There was no way I was going to tell him that I had just spoken to his mother and that she was a coldhearted bitch.
“Is it about Leo?” He took a deep breath. “I promise it’s not forever, just until I know Braydon is in jail. I don’t want to risk him going off the deep-end if he finds out about the case. I wouldn’t put it past him to do something to you.”
“I don’t think he would hurt me,” I said softly. “But no, I wasn’t thinking about him.”
“Is it the baby?” Zane clenched his fist. “Are you worried about what will happen if you’re pregnant?”
“I …” I tried to speak up but my voice cracked.
“Lucky, I will do everything in my power to make sure that this doesn’t interrupt anything in your life. If you want to move back to Miami and go back to school, we’ll go. If you want to move to Tanzania or Sydney, I will move with you. Wherever you want to go, whatever grad school you get into, I will support you. I promise.”
“Oh, Zane.” I reached over and hugged him. “It’s not about the baby. Or the possible baby. We’re being kind of ridiculous, you know.” I touched his face. “We only had unprotected sex once. It’s highly unlikely that I’m pregnant.”
“I know.” He looked down into my eyes with a smoldering look. “Trust me, I know. The chances are slim to none, but a part of me hopes that you are. I know that sounds wrong. But I think I’d quite like to have a baby with you.”
“Really, Mr. Big Tipper?”
“Don’t get me wrong. This is nothing that I would have planned for myself, but with you, well, it feels right.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He nodded and looked at me thoughtfully. “I’m not always a good guy. I don’t think I’ll ever be a perfect boyfriend. But, I think I’ll be a good father. I think that I can make sure I’m a good father. The best father.”
“I know you will be one.” I kissed him lightly. “You’ll be the best.”
“I’m excited for the appointment.” His eyes shone. “And scared as well.”
“Same here.” My stomach curdled and I listened to his heartbeat through his t-shirt. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close to me. “You’re so different from the man I first met, Zane Beaumont. I thought you were this stuck up, rich playboy. And I just knew you were an arrogant jerk. But you’re not. You’re a big old sweetie inside.”
“Don’t you dare tell anyone that!” I felt his hands creep up the back of my t-shirt and he rubbed my back. I sighed and closed my eyes at the warm feeling that was spreading through my body.
“Hmm, that feels good.” His fingers started massaging my shoulders, and he pushed me down on the bed, stomach first, and straddled me.
“Put your arms up,” he commanded, and pulled my t-shirt off. “I like it, no bra.” His words were smooth as silk as he kneaded into the knots in my back. He ran his fingers up and down my back, squeezing my tender points and helping to rid me of my stress. After a few minutes I heard him humming and I listened as he sang me a song.
“She was the girl from the diner, she was the girl I knew would be mine, she was the one who stole my heart.”
“Who was?” I giggled and looked up at him, happy that he was serenading me.
“Shh.” He continued with his song. “She was the girl with the curls, the big frizzy curls, the curls that melted my heart. She was the one in my arms who made me sing, she was the one in my bed who made me come.”
“Zane!” I squealed and turned over. “That’s gross.”
“It’s not gross to orgasm, Lucky.” He licked his lips and I felt his hands creep up to my br**sts. “Have you ever come from someone playing with your br**sts?”
“No.” I shook my head and looked up at him with teasing eyes. “I don’t think that’s possible.”
“Really? Is that a challenge?” His fingertips pinched my ni**les and I squirmed underneath him.
“No.” My breath caught as he leaned down and suckled on my left breast as he continued playing with my right one. “Oh, Zane.”
“Oh, Lucky.” He winked at me and his bites became harder and harder as he tugged away. I closed my eyes and let myself just experience the feelings. I felt myself growing wet and I eagerly ran my hands down his back and up his shirt. Zane’s hand worked its way into my shorts and inside my panties, and he found my pleasure spot. He began rubbing it eagerly as he continued sucking. I moaned as his fingers explored me further and pushed their way inside of me.
“Oh,” I cried out in ecstasy as he brought me to the brink of an orgasm. He increased the speed of his fingers and bit down on my breast as I came underneath him. I screamed at the intense feeling of pleasure and pain and he removed his fingers from my shorts and grinned up at me.