Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
He doesn’t make me ask again. A beat later his cock is shoving into me, thick and hot and as perfect as ever. My head rocks back against the mirror, a ragged cry tearing from my throat as he fucks with sweet and brutal precision.
“That’s it,” he growls, watching my face as he swiftly pistons me toward the edge. “Let me hear you, baby. Let me feel you squeeze my dick in half when you go.” His free hand palms my breast, rough and possessive. “God, Steph, I love you so much. I love you, sweetheart. I’m so fucking glad we’re going to be a family.”
The mixture of tender and filthy words sends me spiraling. My orgasm crashes over me, making me gasp as I clench and throb and gush around his cock. He doesn’t let up, not until I’m finally starting to spiral down.
Then, and only then, does he slam home one final time, filling me with sharp jerks as he groans against my neck.
“Best bathroom sex ever,” he finally pants.
I exhale a ragged laugh. “First bathroom sex ever, but yeah…pretty damned good.”
We pull apart, kissing as we help each other straighten our clothes and smooth our hair. The entire time, we can’t stop grinning at each other like idiots. Once we’re dressed, Tank presses a hand to my still-flat stomach, wonder written across his features. “I’m going to leave it all on the ice for you, kid. I promise.”
I cover his hand with mine. “And your dad is going to be the best dad you could have hoped for, buddy. No doubt in my mind.”
Tank kisses my forehead one last time before slinging his gear bag over his shoulder. But when he reaches for the door handle, it…doesn’t move.
“What the hell?” he mutters, jiggling it harder.
I frown as I tuck the test into my duffel, wanting to take it with me so I can take a photo in better light to send to my parents later. “Is it stuck?”
He tries again, putting more force into it, but the handle still refuses to budge. “Yeah, I think… Babe, I think we’re locked in.”
A bubble of laughter escapes me before I can stop it. “What? You’re not serious.”
He turns to face me, his face paler than usual. “No, I’m not.”
“Holy shit,” I mutter. “It’s like when you were stuck in the equipment room last year.” I arch a brow. “Except this time, you have company.”
His eyes widen. “You’re right. What the fuck? Am I cursed? Is there a ghost in this part of the complex that hates me or something?”
“I would say she loves you,” I tease, leaning against the sink with a grin. “After all, she wants to keep you locked away in her bowels forever.”
“No, don’t say bowels.” He presses a hand to his mid-section. “You’re going to summon a solid waste event.”
I snort. “Well, at least we have plumbing.”
He points a stern finger at my chest. “No way, woman. I am not now, or ever, evacuating my stuff in front of you.”
I giggle.
“Stop,” he insists. “It’s not funny.”
“Kind of funny,” I counter.
“Says the woman who didn’t even want me to see her peeing, let alone anything grosser.”
I make an effort to sober my expression. “You’re right. Sorry. We should probably call for help.”
He pulls in a breath, but I stop him before he can start bellowing with a lifted hand and a laugh. “Stop! My phone still has power. Let me text Stone. He’s a slow poke. If we’re lucky, he’s still in the parking lot. Or, at least not far away.”
Tank nods quickly. “Okay. You’re right. Try him. But if he is here, he’s never going to let me live this down. Not when this is the second time he’s had to come to my rescue.”
“Probably not,” I agree, tapping out a message. “But at least we won’t have to spend the weekend locked in a bathroom.”
“All weekend?” Tank goes marble white at this point, so pale I’m concerned for him.
“Are you sure you’re getting enough iron, babe?” I ask. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe you do need meat to function. You don’t have to stay a pescatarian if it isn’t working for your body. You know I won’t judge.”
He shakes his head. “No. It’s fine. I just… We won’t be stuck here all weekend. We’ll find a way out. Or security will notice us while they’re on rounds, or—”
“Or Stone will come for us,” I agree, taking his hand. “He will. I know it.”
“Know it? Like one of your hippie vibe hunches that are always right?”
“I have a very strong feeling,” I assure him.
Sure enough, less than a minute later, my phone chimes with Stone’s reply. I exhale a sigh of relief as I read, “He says he’ll be right here. With a master key, just in case we really are locked in.”