Page 4 of Heartbreak Baby

I’m tingly and wet between my thighs, and I’m going to do this, aren’t I?

I’m going to let this stranger try to knock me up.

Still, the annoying sober Goldie pokes her head out of the hole I shoved her in.

"We don’t even know each other’s names," I say.

"I don’t need to know your name to put a baby in you," he says. His voice is deep and low, and I clench my thighs together at the rumble of it. “But I’m Sumner.”

I lick my lips, my mouth suddenly dry as we stare at each other.

My mind feels sluggish and spinny, and thinking too hard about this is making my brain throb.

Why not take what I want? Here’s this hot stranger, offering me everything I’ve ever wanted.

Well… almost everything. But close enough, right?

From the looks of him, I bet he’s got strong swimmers. That’s all I really need.

My fingers shake as I push my empty glass toward the bartender, Kai. He raises a judgmental eyebrow at me, but I narrow my eyes, and he rolls his before coming over and topping me off. I down it in one burning gulp, letting the final hit of bad decision juice snuff out whatever common sense I have left.

I turn back to Sumner, leaning in close enough to smell the liquor and mint on his breath.

"Goldie,” I say, finally giving him my name. Then I decide, fuck it, and let my freak flag fly. "And by the time tonight’s over, I want to be filled with so many cream pies, I could open a diner."

He chokes on a laugh. “Jesus.”

"No, I’m Goldie," I say, slower this time. Then I swivel in his direction so our knees knock together. “But you know what? We should totally do it.”

He curses as his eyes drag down my body.

Then I point to my stomach. “Put a baby in here.”

He laughs again, but this time it’s more gravelly, and his eyes have gotten darker. “Yeah, I got that.”

Now that I’ve decided, it’s like I need it to happen immediately. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m afraid I might sober up and change my mind, or if it’s that I’ve had mediocre sex with the same guy for so long, the chance to take this real-life thirst trap for a ride has become something I need to do to survive.

"I’m ready whenever you are.” I gesture toward the hallway at the back of the bar that leads to the bathroom. “We’ve got two choices: the women’s bathroom or there’s an alley out back.” I wrinkle my nose. “But it’s probably really hot and there are definitely roaches. Maybe even rats."

He doesn’t answer or move to pick one of our two not-so-sexy choices.

Instead, his hand slides onto my bare thigh and grips me in a possessive way that makes my nipples go hard.

I gasp, my fingers gripping the edge of the bar as he tugs. The metal stool squeaks against the floor as he spins me effortlessly. Before I can even process the movement, I’m facing him with one of his thighs wedged between mine.

The friction of his leg pressing so close to where I’m dying to have him sends a shockwave of heat throughout my entire body, and I let out a gasp.

What the hell is that?

"I'm not putting my baby in you here," he says. The sudden change in his voice to a dark, commanding pitch makes my toes curl and all sorts of things clench. He leans in, his face inches from mine, his thumb pressing a firm, possessive dent into the soft flesh of my thigh. "We’re getting a hotel."

"A hotel," I repeat. My brain isn’t exactly brain-ing at the moment, and it’s taking a second for all of this to sink in.

"Yeah." He tracks the sweep of my tongue over my bottom lip. "Because if we’re doing this, I’m going to be thorough. I'm not doing a quickie up against a bathroom stall. I’m going to spend the entire night buried inside you. I'm going to stretch you out on my cock, and I'm going to fill you up so deep and so many times that there’s no way you aren't pregnant by the time the sun rises."

Um, holy horniness, Batman. Do I… have a breeding kink?

Based on the biblical-level flood happening in my underwear, I’m gonna go with yes. If I wasn't already sitting down, my knees would’ve buckled.