If I go back to the hospital, and he orders them to run more tests, they’ll surely find out about the baby. And then Alaric will know.
Who knows what he’ll do then.
He must notice my sudden panic. He says smoothly, “Don’t worry, I’ll pay for everything. You won’t have to spend a penny,
I can’t go back to that hospital.
I look back at Alaric, who’s waiting for a break in traffic to exit the parking lot. I don’t have much time. And I don’t have a lot of options left.
I take a deep breath and do the only thing I can think of.
I grab his chest with both arms and pull him in for a big kiss.
I see Alaric’s beautiful blue eyes widening.
8/3
Chapter 13
Alaric’s POV
All it took was for me to say I’ll pay for the medical expenses and Cara’s kissing me. It stings to realize once again that money always wins with her
But after watching her lay motionless in that hospital bed, money is a price I’m willing to pay if it means I can have her back m my life. 111 give her more than Eamon ever could.
I wonder how much he offered her
Cara speaks, “I don’t need the hospital. It’s just been a long day. A long few weeks, really. I’m just tired. The dark circles under her eyes contum what she’s telling me. She looks exhausteil.
Looking to her fatigued face again, I know something that will help. I park the car.
Reaching over to her, my hands gently rubs her shoulders. Her muscles are so tense. I hear a soft moan escape from her mouth
The angle it ridiculous, the center console blocking me from being able to comfortably massage her.
“Come here, Cara, I whisper in her ear, taking an extra moment to breathe in her scent. “We both know you need this.”
She looks up at me with those big eyes. I can see some hesitation there, but her body must win over her mind because soon
ough. I’ve adjusted her to sit on my lap.
She’s straddling my legs, and I move my seat backwards to give her more space from the steering wheel. Our chests are pressed together.
I run my hands along her back, thankful for the full access to touch her. I’m rubbing and caressing, soothing and squeezing. pulling out all my tricks to release the tension.
I think it’s working, she feels softer in my hands. Cute little whimpers intermittently come from her lips. I keep going.
I know her all too well; her body can’t resist this, and I relish seeing her lose control because of me.
Or rather, this is my purpose.
