“What’s wrong with her?” I said softly, careful not to wake Juliet.
Tate had stepped up next to Jax, looking down at her friend.
“I just came on duty,” she explained. “As far as I know, though, she’s fine. They just wanted her to rest and get hydrated.” She looked around to all of us. “She’ll be fine to leave in a bit. No worries.”
“Well, is something wrong? She’s my girlfriend.” Jax’s worried eyes were trying to connect the dots just like the rest of us. But with no luck.
“Not at all.” Her voice sounded light. “It’s very common to have a hard time holding anything down in the first trimester. She’ll be fine. Just make sure she drinks as much water as possible.”
Jax’s eyes nearly bugged out of his G.o.dd.a.m.n head, and I almost choked on my breath.
“Tri-what?” I forced out.
“Jax,” Tate gasped, looking between us, smiling with her hand over her mouth.
“I’m sorry.” Jax shook his head, zoning in on the poor young nurse. “What the h.e.l.l did you just say?”
Realization dawned, and she straightened. “Oh,” she said, looking caught. “I’m sorry. I thought a doctor spoke to you.” She inched up to the bed, embarra.s.sment warming her face.
“She’s pregnant?” Jax blurted.
The nurse nodded, checking the water pitcher on the table. “Yes, about five weeks. From what the other nurse said before she left, it doesn’t sound like your girlfriend was aware, either.” She turned to leave and then faced Jax again. “And I am sorry again. I thought you were informed.”
She left the room, and Jax leaned down on the bed, staring at Juliet. Tate squeezed my hand, and I felt a sudden need to get her alone. It had been a crazy day.
Jax brought up his hand, caressing Juliet’s face, and then placed it on her stomach, looking like he was trying to wrap his head around the news.
“Let’s go,” I whispered to Tate. My brother needed to be alone with his girl right now.
Keeping hold of Tate’s hand, I led her out of the room and walked down the hall, finding the single-person restroom. With all the chaos today, not to mention that we still had her race tonight, I needed to steal a few minutes with her.
Pulling her inside, I backed her up to the door and took her by the neck, crashing my mouth down on hers.
She moaned, surprised as she slipped her hands under my T-shirt to hold on to my back. Her mouth was so warm, and I nibbled her lips, too d.a.m.n hungry to get my mouth on the rest of her body.
“So,” she tried speaking between kisses, “a kid for Quinn to grow up with. Just like you wanted.”
I unb.u.t.toned her jeans and slid them down over her a.s.s and grabbed her naked flesh in my hands as I continued attacking her lips.
“I love you,” I whispered. “I want everything with you, Tate.”
Then I knelt down, sliding the jeans and underwear off her legs, taking the flip-flops with them.
She threaded her fingers through my hair and dropped her head back, gasping as I swung her leg over my shoulder and ran my tongue over her c.l.i.t.
“You’ll have everything with me.” She sucked in mouthfuls of air. “I’m yours, Jared.”
“d.a.m.n right you are,” I growled, licking the smooth skin of her delicate heat. I s.n.a.t.c.hed her up between my lips and sucked.
“Oh,” she moaned, looking down to watch me.
“I saw the ring in Jax’s room,” she admitted, her voice shaking. “I know about when you came home. I feel terrible, and I don’t know that I should, but . . .”
The tip of my tongue prodded her entrance while she spoke, and she squirmed against my lips, wanting more.
I pulled away, rubbing circles over the nub of her c.l.i.t with my thumb. “I was shattered when I had to leave you,” I explained. “I hated myself, but I had to go. I had to do it. Just like you had to try to move on and live in a world I didn’t try to dominate all the time.”
I gripped her s.e.xy-as-h.e.l.l a.s.s and brought her in again, eating and taking her hard.
“Jared,” she whimpered. Then: “Why did you want to marry me?”
Huh?
I leaned back, seeing her desperate eyes, on fire with love but rippled with need.
Standing up, I wrapped my arms around her and held her body close. “How could I not?”
How could she not know that she was it for me?
“Twelve years,” I continued, “and I have never stopped wanting you, Tate. Not for a single day have I been free of you.” I put us forehead to forehead, nose to nose. “I want everything. I want you to finish school. I want the wedding with our friends and family. I want the house, and I want our kids, Tate.”
I pressed my lips to hers until I could feel my teeth digging into the inside of my lips.
“And if you don’t want some of that or any of that,” I pointed out, “then I’ll bend, because above anything else”—I looked her in the eye—“I want you.”
Her beautiful blue storms pooled like the rainy days she lived for, and I pulled back, unb.u.t.toning my jeans, never satisfied that I’d have enough of her.
Lifting her by the backs of her thighs, I slid her down my c.o.c.k, kissing her to drown out her sudden cry.
Thrusting inside of her, I whispered against her mouth. “Forever.”
She closed her eyes, a blush crossing her cheeks. “Forever,” she complied. “After we settle an old score, of course.”
And I shot my eyes up, seeing her lips curl with an idea.
“An old score?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she confirmed, keeping her eyes closed. “You and I have unfinished business, Jared Trent.”
s.h.i.t.
Chapter 17
Tate
“I don’t get the point of this.” Jared pulled on his black hoodie. The rain had cooled everything down considerably.
“Simple,” I explained. “We’ve had two races, and I haven’t won one yet. I want one more chance before we start a new slate.”
“What are you talking about?” he shot back, running his hand through his brown hair and making it stick up in perfect messiness. “You won the first one we had four years ago,” he pointed out.
“Did I?”
His face fell, and he looked annoyed as he arched a brow at me.
I smirked, reaching through my open back window and grabbing my own hoodie.
“Tate.” He came up, placing his hands on my waist. “You and I don’t need to race.”