Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,54
into the next morning. I craned my neck to see the time on the digital alarm clock next to his side of the bed. Okay, well, into today, seeing as how it was close to three in the morning.
All traces of our earlier conversation were wiped away. He told me what happened, and I wouldn’t ask him about the events again. If he wanted to talk to me about it, I’d be here to listen, of course, but I’d never want to press him, remind him of a time he’d rather forget and bury back down into the recesses of his past.
“I’m sure there are a lot of things you still don’t know about me,” I answered. We hadn’t been together long enough for him to know much more than the sexual, parts of my job, and my family. Yes, those were key, but so much more defined a person.
“Hence why I asked.” He half chuckled, his lids closed, his arm tightening around me. When I remained silent, he pried one eye open, then the other. “You gonna leave me hangin’?”
My hand disappeared between his legs and he sucked in air. “You are hanging a little to the left.”
“Very funny, woman, but unless you wanna go again, I suggest you remove your hand. Don’t think I didn’t notice you wince the last time I fucked you. You’re sore. You need time to rest, but keep strokin’ me like that and I won’t give you the time your body needs.”
He was right. I was sore. I moved my hand to rest on his chest, the thump of his heart slow and steady.
“Hmmm… let’s see.” I hemmed and hawed for a bit, thinking of something to tell him. “My favorite color is green.”
“Like your eyes?”
“Darker,” I responded. “What else? Oh, I love to read, all types of stories, but romance is my favorite.”
“Of course.”
“Why ‘of course’?” When I looked up at him, he was smiling, his eyes closed once again.
“Don’t all women love romance books?”
“I can’t speak for an entire gender, but I certainly do.”
His chest rose and fell, a soft sound vibrating against his throat. “Go on.”
“I love my job and…” I said, drawing out the one-syllable word, “I can’t think of what else to tell you.”
“Kids?”
“I don’t have any that I know of.” I laughed, and he joined me in the amusement.
“No. I mean do you want any?”
“No,” I responded resolutely, my retort making his eyes pop back open. He studied me thoughtfully before posing his next question.
“Never or just not right now?”
“Never. I love my life as it is. My job is especially important to me, and I don’t want to sacrifice my career in any way. Besides, I wouldn’t want to put a child through not having both of his or her parents together. My mom and dad split when I was little. I saw him twice a year, and he called me often, but it wasn’t the same as having him there with me. I was jealous of my friends whose dads lived with them. Then when I was around twelve, I started coming out here to stay with him for short periods of time. It was better, but still not the same.”
“What makes you think you wouldn’t stay with me… I mean the father of your child,” he corrected, his face scrunching with the mishap. I could’ve called him on his slipup, but I didn’t because that could’ve led to a whole other discussion.
“Because I’m realistic.” I’d been drawing circles on his chest, but when he brought up the question about kids, my finger stalled in movement. “Do you want them?”
“Definitely not right now with everything going on, but someday, yeah.”
“Oh.” My heart sank a little. His eyes were alert now, following me when I moved back before he could stop me.
“Is it possible you’ll change your mind?” he asked.
“Will you?”
“No.”
“My answer is the same as yours.”
I knew I should’ve brought up this topic before now, but I had no idea I’d develop such strong feelings for Brick. Then after he got shot, all I cared about was helping him, to which I only dove deeper into his world. And now… now I didn’t know what would happen. I didn’t want to be the woman who stood in the way of him having children, and I wouldn’t change my mind on the subject.
The silence bloomed between us, but before it became too heavy to climb out from under, he reached for my hand and pulled me