Royal Line (Tattered Royals #1) - Carrie Ann Ryan Page 0,58

egged me on even more. Just made me want to pound into her harder. But apparently all that pounding meant I’d fucking broken the condom. I tried to breathe, but I couldn’t.

This was not fucking happening.

I quickly changed then headed back out to the bedroom where London was still sleeping. I didn’t wake her, but as soon as I got back into the room after checking in with my team, I’d tell her.

Then we’d deal with it. That’s going to go well.

I shook my head, pulling my gaze from her soft curves and the way that she looked so gentle and peaceful in her sleep.

As if she wasn’t already scared shitless.

I found Olly and Sparrow in the dining room, going over plans and purposely not meeting my gaze.

Fuck, apparently, they had heard. We hadn’t been quiet last night. London was a screamer.

“I need coffee,” I muttered.

“Feeling a little parched there, boss?” Sparrow said.

I narrowed my gaze at her as she and Olly smirked right back.

“Fuck all y’all,” I mumbled as they snickered.

I poured myself coffee and drank half the cup, ignoring the fact that it scalded my throat. Thankfully it wasn’t too hot since they had left the coffee pot out, but Jesus, I really was a glutton for punishment.

“You okay, boss?” Sparrow asked, and I resisted the urge to flip her off.

“Fine,” I muttered.

“Just curious. What with all the shouting and the praying to God,” she said, buffing her nails.

“Stop it.”

“Hey, we’re not saying anything,” Sparrow said, holding up her hands.

Olly, indeed, didn’t say anything, but I noticed the look in his eyes.

“You’re saying something right now.”

“You’re right. I am. I just want you to be smart. You know who she is, boss.”

“I’m not going to fucking hurt her.”

She shook her head, and I opened my mouth to snap back, but she held up her hand.

“I believe you. I believe you’re going to try. But what about you? What happens when she hurts you?”

I frowned, shaking my head. “It’s not… It’s not that.”

I thought about that broken condom, but I knew it was a long shot. I did not just get her pregnant the night before.

Just the thought of that word made me want to throw up, and I swallowed hard.

Because I had already nearly been a father once, had almost held my child, and now I couldn’t. All of it was gone, and I wasn’t going to put myself in that situation again.

“I’m going to go wake her up. We have shit to do.”

“You’ve got it. We’re here when you need us.”

I shook my head and headed back to the room. London was up by then, already dressed and her hair piled on the top of her head. She frowned at me as I handed over a cup of coffee, and she studied my face.

“What’s wrong? Is it about last night?” she asked, and I felt like a fucking bastard.

“Nothing’s wrong,” I muttered. My tone tight.

She flinched then rolled her shoulders back, becoming the strong princess I knew she was, strapping on that armor that she used to block out the rest of the world.

“I thought… You know what, never mind.”

“There’s something you need to know,” I said, figuring I should just rip off the bandage quickly.

“Did you find out who it was?”

I shook my head. “We will. Today if I have anything to say about it.” I paused, knowing I needed to tell her. “Hell, I’m pretty sure the condom broke last night.”

Her face drained of color, and she set down her untouched coffee on the nightstand. “Are you sure?”

“Looks like it in the trash, but it could have happened afterward when I tossed it in. I’m pretty sure I would have noticed last night if it had happened during…”

Not that I had been thinking too hard other than wanting to get inside her the night before, but I didn’t say that.

She let out a shuddering breath and once again rolled those shoulders back. “Okay. Fuck.”

I hated the fact that my dick went hard at the sound of that word coming from her mouth.

“I don’t know what you want to do about it,” I said honestly. “It’s your choice.”

She shook her head. “I’m on birth control. I have been for as long as I was old enough to make my own decisions. But we can take other precautions.”

I nodded. “We’ll take care of that today.”

“Good.”

“Well then.” I let out a breath, knowing what I was going to say was going to be the worst possible thing, but