"You might lose some body parts along the way." He raises his eyebrows, and he's about to say something else when the back door opens, and Harlow comes rushing out with a naked and dripping wet Charlotte on her hip.
We both stand at the same time, expecting the house to be on fire or something else. "Oh my God," she says, holding up the phone. "Is everything okay out here?"
"Why are you rushing like a bat out of hell?" He walks over to her swiftly.
"Clarabella just called me," she says, looking at Travis and then at me. "And told me about a certain situation going on."
"Is that code for Presley being pregnant?" I ask her, and she opens her mouth in shock and then looks over at Travis to see his reaction. "I told him already."
"And everything is okay?" She looks at Travis, who reaches out to grab Charlotte.
"Everything is fine." Travis leans down and kisses her lips. "He was just telling me how he's going to marry Presley." Harlow throws her head back, similar to her husband, and laughs out loud. She also adds clapping her hands together. "See." He points at his wife.
"She's the lone wolf," Harlow reminds me, and I roll my eyes. "I mean, she says it."
"Every single time," I finish the sentence for her. "I know, I know." I hold up my hands. "But she's having my baby."
"Lots of people raise kids together without being married," Travis reminds me.
"Well, I want to marry her. Does that say anything?" The pit of my stomach burns when they just look at each other with “that poor bastard” look. "Okay, well, this is fun." I put the bottle of beer down. "But I'm going to head out." I walk back up the steps, kissing Charlotte on the cheek. "You two," I say to Harlow and Travis. "Suck balls."
"If it's any consolation," Travis says. "I'm glad you’re her baby daddy."
"Thanks, that means a lot." I put my hand to the middle of my chest over my heart. "Wish me luck."
"Oh, you are going to need a lot more than luck," Harlow warns. "But in Presley's defense, her siblings didn't help that matter." She looks at her husband. "At all."
"It's like PTSD," Travis says. "But in the end, we all ended up happy."
"Yeah, well, good to know," I say, walking past them and out the front door. I get in the car and make my way home.
The whole time all I can think about is going to her, but knowing that she is probably freaking out and the more I push myself in her face, the faster she is going to push me away.
Walking up the steps of the house, making my way through the door, and not even stopping in the kitchen, I just head straight for the living room, collapsing on the couch. The stick in my pocket slipping out and falling to the floor. I pick it up and look at it again, the smile coming to my face. "She's having our baby." I put the stick on my chest and think back to how this all started.
The knock on the door was so soft that I wasn't sure I heard it. I got up from the couch and walked over, pulling open the door. I was shocked and surprised that Presley was the one standing at my door step. I had left the bar not thirty minutes ago, after she leaned against the bar asking me the most ridiculous request. I also hightailed it out of there before I did something stupid like actually give in to her. "What are you doing here?" I asked her and stuck my head out to see if she was with anyone. "Are you here alone?"
"Yup," she said, pushing herself to come into my apartment. "Are you here alone?" She looked around the living room, my books were scattered all over the place. She placed her hands in the back pockets of her jeans and all I could do was stare at her. When did she become so hot?
"Should I call Travis?" I asked her as my heart started to speed up to a not normal rhythm and I suddenly got nervous. "Or anyone else?"
"Bennett." She said my name and my cock sprang to action. It sounded like it was between a moan and a plea. "I asked you for a favor."
I groaned at that moment and looked up to the ceiling. "Oh, God, Presley, you can't be serious right now."
"Why not?" I didn't even hear her move close to me but suddenly her hands were on my hips, and all I could do was swallow because my mouth became dry. "I don't want to go to college a virgin."
"Okay, one, there is nothing wrong with you going to college a virgin," I huffed, trying to focus on the words that were coming out of my mouth and less on the way her hands felt on me. "In fact, it's even sexier."
"Please," she said in a plea. "There is no one else I want to be my first." I looked into her blue eyes and I was lost. I didn't even have time to make a decision because she got on her tippy-toes and her lips found mine.
"I'm going to make her mine," I tell the dark room when I blink away the memories. "She's always been mine. Now it's time to show her."
Chapter 7
Presley
The sound of the phone beeping wakes me from my sleep and usually I would have jumped out of bed. But my eyes flutter closed and I sink deeper into the bed. "Just five more minutes." I snuggle with the covers at my neck. I'm about to slip into sleep again when I hear a soft knock on the door. "Are you kidding me." I slip my hand out of my covers and look at my watch. "Who the hell is at my door at seven freaking a.m.?” I don't know who I'm asking and I also know that no one is going to answer me. "Do you think if I ignore them, they are going to go away?" I don't wait for an answer because I hear the beeping of the front door keypad before the lock opens. "Well, that can be four people," I say to myself. "But I'm going to go out on a limb and say that it's not anybody related to me." The room is dark with the light coming in from the open door.
"Gorgeous." I hear his voice and close my eyes, not bothering to answer him because it's a matter of time before he finds me and it's not like I'm playing hide-and-seek. "There you are," he says from the doorway of my bedroom. "This isn't like you." I hear his soft voice come closer and closer to the bed, and I open my eyes. "Usually, you are out of bed at five." He stands there in blue pants and a white button-down shirt tucked in with a brown belt. The two top buttons are open and I can already taste his skin under my lips. Usually, I see him at the end of the day with his sleeves rolled up but now with them down he looks so official, and handsome as hell.
"I know," I huff when he sits on the side of the bed. "But I literally could not drag my ass out of bed." He puts his arm over me and leans in to kiss my lips. My stomach flutters as I push away the thought that I actually missed him last night. I also ignore that I was surprised that he didn't come over or the fact that I was sad that he didn't.
"I brought you breakfast," he says and the minute he says that, my stomach lets out a big grumble and he laughs. "Looks like I'm right on time. Why don't I go grab the food and bring it to you?" He moves his hand up and down my side.
"What did you get?" I ask him, not even caring at this point, I could eat a house. When did I become so hungry?