Chapter 8
Bennett
I pick up the phone the minute I get in the car and text her, pulling her name up and smiling as I type the sentence out.
Me: How is everything going?
Putting the phone in the cupholder, I start the car and drink the rest of my protein shake. My chest is rising and falling as I try to get my breathing down to a normal rate. I just spent the last two hours in the gym pushing myself until my arms felt like noodles and my knees were going to give out on me. The phone beeps now, telling me that I have a message and I see her name flash on the center screen.
Gorgeous: Uneventful. Bride showed up, groomed showed up, so they are already winning.
I laugh.
Me: What time are you going to be done?
I look at the clock and see it's just a little bit after eight.
Gorgeous: I should be out of here in about an hour. I'm exhausted.
Me: I can come and get you if you want.
Gorgeous: No, I'm okay to drive.
Me: Okay, come over and I'll cook for you.
Gorgeous: I should go home and take a bath.
Me: Or you can come over and we can take a bath together.
Gorgeous: What are you going to cook me?
Me: Whatever you want.
Gorgeous: Shrimp pasta.
I put my head back; of course she would pick something I have no idea how to cook.
Gorgeous: What's the matter, cat got your tongue? HA HA
Me: Not at all. See you in an hour.
Instead of going straight home, I pull up the best shrimp pasta recipe that I can find online; well, the best according to the stars and reviews. Parking my car, I rush into the grocery store, grabbing everything on the list, along with a can of whipped cream. I also grab some candy and chocolate along with some chips. By the time I walk out of the grocery store and make my way back to my car, the basket is now full. I don't even notice that I was in the store for forty-five minutes and when I get home we arrive at the same time.
I get out of my car and walk over to hers, pulling open her driver’s side door. She looks up at me smiling as I extend my hand to her. "Hey, gorgeous." She slips her hand in mine and puts one foot out and I see she is wearing her white stiletto heels. She grabs her bag with her free hand, standing up. Her hair is loose and curled at the end and I want nothing more than to bury my hands in it.
"Hi." She smiles and I let go of her hand and wrap it around her waist.
"You smell so good," I say, burying my face in her neck and kissing her.
"I wish I could say the same." She laughs and pushes me away, but I don't let go of her waist. Instead, I pull her even closer to me. Her chest is against mine and she puts her hands on my bare arms. I look down at the gray T-shirt that I'm wearing and the basketball shorts I threw on when I got to the gym.
"I was going to shower when I got home." I kiss her lips. "But then someone wanted shrimp. If I knew that it would take me this long, I would have showered at the gym."
"If it makes you feel any better." She doesn't move her hands from my arms. "I'm really, really hungry. Clarabella brought me a slider and just the look of it made my stomach lurch."
"How does that make me feel better?" I let her go and grab her hand as we walk back to my car and I pop the trunk with my free hand. "It makes me feel even worse, since it'll take forty-five minutes minimum to cook.” I open the trunk and she gasps out as she sees it’s full.
"What the hell is all this?" She looks at all the bags.
"I stopped to get stuff for the recipe," I admit. "And then, well, I ended up going down all the aisles, quickly grabbing what I thought you might want to snack on."
"Is that whipped cream?" She lets go of my hand and grabs the bottle of whipped cream that is sticking out of the bag.
"I don't know if maybe you had a sweet tooth." I wink at her as she laughs. "The last time we had one of that."
"I was sticky for two days," she reminds me.
"No." I shake my head. "That was the honey and chocolate."
"Oh, yeah." She looks up at me and her eyes shine and I love this side of her. The side where she lets down the wall that she has up. The side that shows me how much she cares. The side that is soft yet vulnerable. The side that if she knew she was showing me, she would deny. She would also put up the wall that she always has up, and I don't know what I would have to do to knock it back down. "You really do love eating things off me."
"I'm not the only one." I laugh, grabbing the bag. "You started with the chocolate."
"That was you.” She gasps out and points at me. "I was following your lead."
"Let me get you inside and off your feet," I tell her as she leans in to grab one of the bags. "Don't you think about it, Presley Baker." I say her full name and it feels weird not calling her gorgeous.
"Oh, you know he's pissed when he says my name," she jokes with me and lets go of the bag. "Fine, I'll just sit and make you cater to me." She tilts her head back and I take advantage of it and kiss her lips.
"That sounds like a great plan," I agree with her and watch her walk in front of me. The green pants she is wearing mold to her ass and all I want to do is bite it. The sage-green-striped, quarter-length, long-sleeved silk shirt with cuffs is tucked in. Knowing Presley, she has matching bra and panties under it.
She unlocks the door for me and turns on the light at the entrance, as she kicks off her shoes in the corner and walks in tossing her bag on the table in the hallway. I walk past her to the kitchen, dumping the bags on the white island, and going back out to grab the rest. When I come back in, she's in the kitchen putting away stuff. "I'm going to snack on some fruits," she tells me, walking over to the sink and rinsing off the raspberries I bought. "And then I'm going to have ten chips."
I place the rest of the bags on the counter. "Everything in moderation." She tosses a raspberry in her mouth and moans. "Those are so sweet." She grabs a couple more.
"Here, let me taste," I say, walking to her and instead of grabbing one from the container, I put my arms around her waist and bend my head so that my lips can find hers. My tongue comes out and slides with hers. The kiss starts off slow but then she drops the container of raspberries on the counter and wraps her arms around me. I move my head from one side to the other, making the kiss deepen, and if her stomach didn't growl out at that moment, I would have carried her upstairs to the shower with me.
"Okay, that is my cue," I say, letting go of her lips, "to feed you." I give her a soft kiss before my arms drop from her waist but stop at her ass. I pull her tighter to me and she feels that my cock is hard and ready.
"Or," she says but her stomach cuts in again.
"I'm going to go shower," I tell her. "And then I'll start cooking."
"Ugh, fine," she says, grabbing another raspberry at the same time that she opens the bag of chips. "I wonder if raspberry and barbecue chips taste good together."
"I'll leave you to try that," I say, jogging upstairs. Kicking off my shoes as soon as I walk through the master bedroom and into the walk-in closet right before the bathroom. I peel the shirt off me and toss it in the basket in the corner, along with the shorts and boxers. My cock is still wondering what is going on when I get in the shower. I shower in record time, knowing that she's downstairs and feel this guilt that I'm starving my child at the same time.
I grab a pair of black basketball shorts before going back downstairs. I can see the kitchen is cleaned the second I make my way down the steps. The food has been put away and she sits on the couch watching television. The bag of barbecue chips beside her along with the empty container of what was the raspberries. "Hey," I say and she looks over at me, and instead of going to the kitchen, I walk to her and bend to kiss her lips. I taste salt now. "You good?"
"I finished all the raspberries and ate more than ten chips." She shrugs.
"I'm sure it's going to be fine." I laugh and kiss her one more time.
"You smell good." She kisses my jaw. "Clean and fresh." I laugh, getting up and walking over to the kitchen counter and grabbing my phone and pulling up the recipe.
I start grabbing the things I need and look over to see her getting up and coming over to the kitchen. She walks behind me and puts her hands on my hips. "You look sexy." She kisses my back and I laugh.
"Do I look sexy because I'm cooking you food?" I ask her over my shoulder and her eyes light up even more as she tries not to laugh. "That's what I thought."
She can't help but laugh now. "You always look sexy," she tells me. "Like when you wear a suit."
I groan out. "I hate wearing suits," I remind her. I really do. I've always hated it, but I love what I do, so I dress the part.
"I know you do, which makes it even sexier," she says. "You looked especially sexy this morning."
"Is that so?" I focus on the recipe, even though my cock wants me to turn around and place her on the counter so I can fuck her.
"That is so and now"—her hands run up my stomach and it literally sucks in—"it's even sexier."
"You know what is going to be even sexier?" I say to her and she winks at me. "Not that. Making you dinner."
"Ugh, fine," she says. "We can talk and make a plan." I know the minute she gets her wall back up because her body goes stiff. Her hands fall from me and straight to her sides.
"What plan is this?" She avoids looking at me as she walks around the counter toward the stool in front of me.
"Well, we have to talk about telling our parents." I look at her. "We need to get in with the doctor as soon as possible and we." She holds up her hand and I can tell she's annoyed.
"All this we we we," she says and I look at her. "I'm the one having the baby."
"And you are the one having the baby." I try to keep calm instead of losing my shit. "But that is my child also." I point at her. "You aren't doing this alone."