Page 40 of The Price of My Sins
“Well?” Denim asked, getting impatient.
Lexi turned to me, holding the stick in both hands like it was a sacred scroll. “Liv… it’s positive.”
The room spun for a second. I grabbed the counter, steadying myself.
“You’re really pregnant, bestie!” she hyped up while I was trying not to pass out.
My mouth parted, but no words came out. And for a single second, everything inside me stilled. All the fear, the worry, the uncertainty—it didn’t disappear, but it quieted. No matter how crazy things were with Bo, there was a little life growing inside of me.
I took a few deep breaths and pulled myself together, forcing a smile for Lexi and Denim even though my insides were still rattling. They didn’t press me any further; they just pulled me into a tight group hug before letting me go.
“I’ll call you both later,” I whispered.
“You better,” Lexi said, her eyes soft with concern.
“Text us if he shows up,” Denim added.
I nodded, grabbed my keys, and headed out the door like I was going to my parents’ house, but my heart knew better.
I drove on autopilot, hands gripping the wheel tighter than necessary. When I reached the turn that led to my parents’ neighborhood, I drove right past it, the steering wheel moving like it had a mind of its own. My heart knew where it needed to be, even if my pride didn’t.
Bo’s driveway was empty. I sighed but still got out and let myself in. The house was quiet—still.
I climbed the stairs, went straight into his bedroom, and peeled off my clothes like they were suffocating me. I stoodunder the hot spray of his shower, eyes closed, letting the water wash away the anxiety, the fear, and the unknowns clinging to my skin.
Afterward, I slipped on one of his old tee shirts. It still smelled faintly like his cologne. I curled up on his bed, phone in hand, and stared at our last message thread. Still nothing. Still unread.
I typed one final text before falling into a deep slumber. I don’t know how long I was asleep when I felt the sheets shift, and a familiar scent filled my senses. Woodsy and warm, both unmistakably him.
I stirred, halfway between sleeping and waking, when a jolt of pleasure rippled through me. My breath hitched, my lashes fluttered open, and I found Bo lying between my thighs, eyes locked on mine like I was the only thing in the world.
“Bo…” I whispered—my voice barely there. His hands gripped my waist gently, grounding me as he continued his slow, tender exploration of my pussy. No rush, no demand, just him loving me the only way he knew how: fire and care.
“I’m sorry I left you in the dark,” he murmured against my skin. “I just needed time to breathe. But I couldn’t stay away. I missed you… more than I can explain.”
My fingers slithered over his bald head as my body arched off the bed. The pain, the worry, and the days of silence melted away, being replaced with a growing desire that only he could give me.
My body flamed with heat and yearning as his thick tongue circled my clit before he suckled it in his mouth. I moaned from the feelings he was giving me.
“God… Bo…” I moaned, feeling my release near. My body felt like it was floating as my stomach quivered.
“Let it go, Cin. Don’t hold back. Give me what I want.”
“Slow down… I’m close,” I breathed out, my hips moving instinctively.
Bo’s response wasn’t verbal. He knew my body too well by now. His touch shifted, deliberate and steady, sending a blaze up my spine. His fingers worked with maddening precision while his mouth moved against me with a rhythm that had me trembling.
I gasped, my hands tangled in the sheets, my body arching into him as the pressure built and finally broke. Waves of release crashed through me, and he held me through it, never letting go and never letting up until my body collapsed against the bed, limp and spent.
As I tried to gain my composure, Bo moved up my body like a snake, stopping at my belly and placing soft kisses there. He then scooped me into his arms without saying a word, his grip firm and possessive. My legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, but instead of laying me back down on the bed, he exited his bedroom. The hallway was dim and quiet until he turned, opened a door we hadn’t stepped into in a while and entered.
His red room.
A soft glow from recessed lights cast a sultry hue across the walls. Deep burgundy velvet, leather straps, and sleek black furniture surrounded us. The air felt thicker here, charged with old memories and a heat that hadn’t burned in months. It was our playground once, where pleasure and power danced hand in hand.
Bo carried me over to the bed tucked in the far corner of the red room, where secrets lived in the walls, and passion clung to the air like incense. The cool silk sheets kissed my skin as he laid me down gently, red wrapping around me like a lover’s promise.
He didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to.
