“I need…”
“I’ve got you. I know exactly what you need.”
Taking the lace of my panties in his hand, he tugs until they rip.
“Corey,” I gasp, more turned on than I want to admit by the caveman move.
Hooking one hand behind my knee, he pushes my thigh up to my stomach before teasing the head of his cock around my clit.
My hips grind, needing more, desperate to feel him pushing inside me and stretching me open. And in only seconds, he gives me my wish.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I cry as he fills me to the hilt in one swift move.
Folding over my body, he drops his face into the crook of my neck.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Fuck, I’ve missed this. Missed you. Fuck. I’m so sorry. Fuck.”
My hands trail down his back until I grip onto his ass, encouraging him to move more than the slow thrusts he’s doing right now.
After kissing down my neck, he pulls back and stares at me.
“Harlow,” he breathes. “Fuck.”
In that moment, I feel everything he’s not saying out loud but is as clear as day in his eyes.
“I know, Corey. I know.”
“Jesus, fuck.”
His hand once again finds the back of my knee while the other grips my hip before he really starts to move.
His pace increases with each thrust, and all too soon I’m racing toward another mind-blowing release. Corey has always dragged the best out of me, but with our time apart, they’re even more powerful.
He lowers his thumb to my clit and I detonate.
“Corey,” I cry, breaking the silence, and I’m sure letting Bailey know exactly what’s going down in here.
Seconds after my orgasm crashes into me, he stills and roars his own release.
The moment my orgasm starts to subside, my stomach turns over.
Oh no. No, no, no.
Scrambling to get up, I fly toward the bathroom and get to the toilet just in time.
I’m not aware of what he’s doing as I heave into the bowl until his fingers brush my back as he gathers my hair for me.
Once I’m happy I’ve finished, I wipe my mouth with some tissue and sit back.
“Are you okay?” he asks, concern knitting his brows.
“Um…”
His eyes burn into me as I stand and make use of the mouthwash sitting next to the basin.
“There’s something else I need to tell you.”
His eyes are wide, fear evident within them, but there’s no hiding now. I’ve a feeling he already knows anyway.
“I’m pregnant, Corey.”
“No. No, no, no.” His hands lift to his hair and he tugs so hard I think it’s going to come out. “No. No,” he repeats, looking around the room but not meeting my eyes. “Fuck,” he barks before storming from the room and, soon after, the house.
I sag back against the counter, my head spinning. Did that just really happen?
How did we go from orgasmic bliss to him running like his ass was on fire in a matter of seconds?
Footsteps race toward me, and when I look up, I find Bailey holding a towel out for me. I’d totally forgotten that I was standing here naked.
“What the hell happened?”
“I told him.”
“Fuck.”
She gathers me up in her arms, but I don’t cry. I’m pretty sure I’ve run out of tears.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Harlow
“He’s not coming back, is he?” Bailey asks from her end of the couch.
It’s been hours since I told Corey that I was pregnant and he ran out of the house. To begin with, I thought that maybe he just needed a breather and he’d be back. He’d just told me how much he’d missed me, how much he needed me, and yet he’s vanished.
“Doesn’t look that way, does it?”
“Why do you sound so… okay?”
I can’t help but laugh at her. Okay? She thinks I’m okay? Clearly, I’m a better actress than I ever gave myself credit for.
“Okay, now you’re just freaking me out,” she mutters.
“Nothing about my life is okay right now, B. But if I don’t laugh, I’ll cry, and if I do that there’s a chance I’ll never stop.”
Her face falls and I hate it. I hate being on the receiving end of her pity.
“Stop, or I’ll go back to hiding in my room. I need you to be… normal, if that’s at all possible.”
She sticks her tongue out at me. “I need a drink. You want one—fuck.”
“A glass of water would be great, thanks.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispers with a wince as she leaves the room.
Lifting my cell from the cushion beside me, I check it for the millionth time, but he’s not been in touch. Fuck knows where he’s gone—half his clothes are still upstairs in my room. The only thing that disappeared with him was his shoes.
I want to call again. Send a text, even. But what’s the point? I’m not lowering myself to begging. If he cares about me like he claims to, if he has any interest in this baby, then he’ll come back. It’s whether or not I let him in that he should be worried about.
We spend the night lounging on the couch with pizza and ice cream, and Bailey does her best to try to distract me from my disastrous life. But the ball of dread which seems to have taken up residence in my stomach and the flowers and cards that cover every surface are an unwelcome reminder of what I’m dealing with right now.
“Why’s my life so dramatic, B? Why can’t it be more like yours?”
“I wish I had the answer. At some point the tables will turn, I’m sure. You’ll run off into the sunset while I’m left here with some big drama that threatens to drag me under.”
“I wouldn’t leave you, you know that.”
“Maybe not, but you’ll have your baby, and Corey hopefully. You deserve that sunset, H.”
I smile at her because while I can’t really argue, there’s no way I’m leaving her. She’s my sister. We might not
