Protecting His Pregnant Lover - Leslie North Page 0,12
split-second that could have cost them… both of them. And the baby…
The baby. His baby. The thought was still revelatory, but he knew he’d have to adjust quickly. There would be no more fuck-ups on his watch, not where Olive was concerned.
“That was a pretty good deflection,” Levon mentioned once their adrenaline died down. He loosened his grip on her, and Olive stood tall on her feet; he felt a swell of pride at that. He skimmed his hands along her shoulders, her arms, checking for any signs of injury she might be overlooking in her shock. It was habit, and he didn’t think to explain himself as he worked his way down her body. If his examination took her by surprise, she did a good job of keeping it to herself.
“Yeah, well, hearing about pregnancy does funny things to people,” Olive remarked. “Especially to men when they’re not prepared for it.” Levon paused in a crouch near her knees, and Olive practically jumped to fill the awkward silence. “I mean… that wasn’t a dig at you. Sorry, that’s not what I meant. Not at all.”
“No apology necessary.” He continued his once-over and gave no further indication that her words had stung him. He deserved worse than that, he was sure. Especially after letting her walk out into the open like that…
“I just meant no man has been able to stand strong against the power of my brain,” she joked.
“That brain of yours is fairly intimidating,” Levon agreed with a chuckle. He expected her to laugh as well, but she was silent as he rose. “Right?” he asked tentatively. He was at a complete loss at the moment for what else to say. He was agreeing with her, wasn’t he? Olive could run mental laps around just about anyone he knew. He had barely made it past the starting line in high school, but that didn’t keep him from recognizing smarts when he saw them.
“… right. Ha-ha.” Olive forced a laugh and looked away, tucking an unruly lock of hair back behind her ear. “But I’m not smart enough to figure out what happens next, I’m afraid. So… what now?”
“Now I find out if you really did walk here,” Levon replied. He crossed his arms and fixed her with his best stony look. Even if she wasn’t really able to see it in the dark, it still must have had an impact because he saw the way her shoulders slumped forward, giving him his answer. “Right. I’m taking you home. And I don’t want you stepping foot on campus again until the bell rings tomorrow morning.”
“Taking me home… in your truck?” Olive allowed herself to be guided along toward the parking lot. Levon kept his hand nestled protectively at the small of her back so she couldn’t second-guess whether or not he was near. He had a way of moving silently without meaning to.
“Yeah. Is there a proble—”
Levon stopped short of continuing his question, because of course he didn’t have to boast a big brain of his own to know what Olive was thinking in that moment; or rather, remembering. Him in the driver’s seat, thrusting; her lithe body astride his lap, fingers spread wide on the roof of the cab to hold herself in place as he drove into her. That particular memory had returned to him more than a few times since he’d come back to town and had discovered, at the car rental place, that the same truck was available for him to use again. Just sitting in it for the first time, in the rental shop’s parking lot, had been enough to have him reliving how divine she had looked in that moment, how goddess-like, as she milked him for every last drop he was able to donate—
Christ. His cock was already hardening at the memory of how tight she had been. Think of anything else, he ordered as he pulled open the cab door for her and extended his hand to help her in. Anything else. Had they made the baby the night before, or that morning? Olive had assured him she was on the pill…
“Feels kind of like returning to the scene of the crime.” Olive interrupted his thoughts with an awkward laugh as they pulled out of the parking lot. Levon gripped the steering wheel and grimaced his agreement. It was uncanny how she seemed to be able to just read his thoughts like that.
Maybe she’d found those moments as hard to forget