Page 2 of Unhinged Kallie

“Hello, Sunshine.”

“Hi, Sexy,” she answered and met me in the middle of the room. She always greeted me the same way. Wrapping her arms around my neck, we kissed as if I was her entire world. At least, I better be. “Is that Travis Larue?”

Slipping Kirby’s hand in mine, I walked over to her latest present. “It is. He was much easier to find and capture than I originally thought. His camera system was sad and he thought he was untouchable which made him stupid.”

“Did he mention anyone else?”

I shook my head and released her hand to undo the shackles that held Travis’s body to the table. “No, I was quite disappointed.”

“I can see that,” she said teasingly, and I smirked, knowing she was staring at all the wounds made by an assortment of weapons. “Have I told you how much I love you?”

“Not since this morning.” I licked my lips as I pictured how she looked on her knees, gagging herself on my cock. “Why are you home early? Is everything okay?”

“I think so,” she said, and I cocked my brow at her. She nibbled on her lip, her amazing violet eyes bouncing around the room nervously.

Her hands played with the bottom of her suit jacket as I stepped toward her. Slipping my arms around her, I tried to judge what she was nervous about telling me.

“What is it?”

She kept looking down, and my temper flared. My hand snaked into her hair, and I pulled her head back, forcing her to look at me.

“What did I tell you about not looking me in the eyes?” Her pulse jumped, but she didn’t fight my hold. “Did someone touch you?”

“No.”

“Did they hit on you?”

“No, it’s nothing like that.”

Kirby moaned as I leaned down and bit the side of her neck. “Tell me, Kirby, or I’m going to assume the worst, and that may not end well for whomever I suspect.” She always smelled so fucking good, and my cock thickened in my jeans with just one inhale.

“I…” She licked her lips. “I’m, oh wow, this is hard.”

“You’re what?” I could feel her trembling in my grasp, the thread of fear making me hard, and I was tempted to lay her over Travis and fuck the answer out of her. I was not exactly a patient person.

“I’m pregnant,” she whispered so softly I wasn’t sure I heard her right.

“What?” I released her hair, and she took a deep breath locking eyes with me.

“I’m pregnant.”

All the blood storming around my system, ready to go on a rampage, froze as the words bounced around my brain. “Pregnant? As in…our baby?”

I chuckled as she cocked her brow like I would, the look saying, ‘Yes, stupid.’ We’d been having unprotected sex for over a year without any luck, so I’d focused on other things rather than obsessing every time Kirby bought a test.

“You’re serious?”

“Yes,” she said softly. I grabbed her face and slammed my lips to hers. So few things interested me, but having a child of my own had been at the top of my list ever since I laid eyes on my violet-eyed beauty. Her mouth was hot, and she opened wide for me to consume every corner.

Smiling, I broke the kiss. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

Kirby looked at Travis’s body. “But…he’s still on the table.”

With a hard push, Travis fell with a thud to the floor. “Now it’s clear.”

Kirby laughed as she undid the buttons on her navy jacket and kicked off the matching heels of the standard FBI uniform.

“You’re going to need a new blouse,” I said, gripping the front of her shirt and ripping it open. Kirby gasped as little white buttons flew in all directions and pinged off the metal counters and floors. I took a moment and stared at the artwork carved into her stomach, my latest masterpiece, and placed my hand on her belly.