Letting Her Lead (Ghost Riders MC #3)(19)

“Please don’t tell me you’re going to talk to me about you having sex with—”

His mouth lands on my mine, silencing me. He pulls back, and his eyes narrow on me. “That was not what I was going to f*cking say. I don’t like you thinking that shit.”

I just nod, biting my lip to keep from smiling because he looks fit to be tied.

“Told you I haven’t been with anyone since I met you and I hadn’t been for a while.” He raises his eyebrows, daring me to disbelieve him. When he sees I’m not going to, he continues with his story.

“After the fight, Savage was so worked up he took Julie right there. Probably pumped up from the adrenaline. Anyway, that shit’s so common around the fights that it doesn’t really do anything for me anymore, but I found myself watching them and getting turned on. Like I’d never seen two people f*ck before. Then it hit me. It wasn’t the sex that was getting me all worked up. It was how hot they were for each other and how much they needed each other. I was jealous and I wanted it. Wanted it real f*cking bad. Then you stumbled into my life.”

“I think you stumbled into mine,” I tease, now smiling up at him.

“You know I had to buy a new dog just to make up excuses to come in and see you?” he growls in return.

“Don’t growl about that.” I reach up and touch his face, running my fingers through his day-old shave. “I used to get so annoyed you kept trying to ask me out, but I was just lying to myself. I checked every day to see if you were on the appointment schedule, and days you weren’t I’d get sad thinking maybe you gave up.”

“I’d never give up on you.” He leans into my touch like he’s savoring it.

“I have to tell you something. It’s kind of why I rushed over here to begin with. You know, before Bulldog got in the way.” Lucias sits up, pulling me with him so I’m now straddling his lap. I make a move to try and get up, but he just grips me tighter. I want to stand and pace, not look him in the face when I tell him my silly mistake. Someone who works in the medical field should not be this stupid. But I was.

“You’re scaring me.” He grips me even tighter, like I’m going to bolt from the room or something. I didn’t think Lucias could be scared.

“I’m on the pill,” I blurt out, making him frown at me. I don’t want him to think I was trying to get pregnant on purpose.

“I’ve never seen you take that shit.” He sounds angry. Maybe he’s mad that I hadn’t been taking it when I should have been. His anger makes this so much harder.

I don’t know how to respond to that, so I don’t because, well, I did forget. But it was partly his fault with the whole kidnapping thing. Still, I should have known better. I should have remembered that I hadn’t been taking my pill, but in my defense, I only ever used it to keep myself regular. I wasn’t super strict about it because there wasn’t a reason to worry. Until now.

“Can I…” I try to pull myself from his hold again.

“No,” he says, making it clear he isn’t letting go and it’s pointless to try and argue.

I just narrow my eyes at him, but it does nothing. I don’t even get the half smile he gives me when I get a little pissy when he’s being bossy with me.

“I messed them up,” I rush out. “You all kidnapped me and I forgot them. When I finally got back to my house, I kept missing them, which is your fault, too! I always take them at night, but you f*ck me until I pass out and I forget,” I finish yelling, getting myself all worked up.

“When will you know?” he asks, way too quietly. His face unreadable.

“I already know.” The words just hang there.

“Say it, baby. Put me out of my misery.”

“Misery?” The word comes out strangled, and I can feel the burn of tears in my nose.

“Yeah, misery. Tell me I put my kid in you. That you’re going to be locked to me for life. That when I pull this ring out that’s been burning a hole in my pocket for the last week, you’ll have no choice but to say yes.”

“You want to marry me?”

“Babe, I tagged your ass. You’re as good as married.” His hand comes around, grabbing the tags on my neck. I’d noticed them on Julie and Vincent and a few of the women downstairs. “These mean you’re mine. You can come and go from the club as you please. We don’t tag our women unless they’re it for us.” He leans in, brushing a kiss across my lips. “Forever.”

A tear slips out, but I realize I’m crying for a different reason now. Lucias kisses it, stopping it in its tracks.

“Don’t cry. I don’t like that shit.” He growls like I can stop my tears, making me giggle.

“Say it,” he pushes.

“I’m pregnant.”

His big hands go to my face, cupping me, holding me in place as his mouth comes down on mine and he devours me.

“You’re happy,” I say breathlessly when we finally pull back from the kiss.

“You gave me something I thought I’d never have.” He rests his forehead against mine like he’s savoring the moment.

“I never wanted the club,” he finally says after a few beats. He pulls back, looking me in the eyes, his face serous. “I love my dad, but this place started to fall apart after my dad lost my mom.”