My orgasm.
His orgasm.
And he chases both.
Like two pieces of string unraveling, I let go, allowing my orgasm to take over, my body convulsing with each pump of his cock. And then Trent loses all control, his eyes half open, a sexy moan escaping his mouth.
Leaning his back against the headboard, he beckons me with his index finger. I curl up next to him. His sweat-slick skin presses against mine, the heat from his body leeching into me. He kisses my forehead, and I wrap my arm around him, burying my face in his neck.
My feelings for Trent have grown each day. The more time we spend together, the more I think I fall for him.
“Will you be my date to the Kappa Delta Valentine’s Day party?” I ask.
“I’d love to. Any excuse to show you off in public,” he says with a wink.
I open my mouth to tell him about the pregnancy tests. Nothing comes out. It can wait until tomorrow, right?
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Jemma
After Trent gets home from hockey practice, I walk to his house. Nerves bubble up inside my chest as I rehearse my planned speech. I still need to confirm my pregnancy with a doctor, but I’m one hundred percent certain that Trent’s baby is brewing inside me.
I have to tell someone other than Jordan before my chest explodes. She’s the only person who knows about my morning sickness, which extends to all times of the day. My body hates me. Months of puking in trashcans doesn’t sound like fun.
But what can I do?
I knock on Trent’s door, and he stands in the doorway, shirtless. His blond hair is still wet from the shower, sticking up like Tucker’s does with gel. They look so much alike that it was easy for me to mistake them initially, but there’s no mistaking the man I’m falling head over heels in love with.
Trent sweeps me into his arms and kisses me on the lips. “Hey, beautiful. I missed you.”
I smile, my body trembling as he holds me in his strong arms. “You saw me this morning.”
He gives me one of his playful smirks. “I miss you the second we’re apart.”
Drake makes a gagging sound from the couch. “Dude, take out your tampon already.”
“Shut it,” Trent snaps and then turns to me. “Did you eat yet? Are you hungry? I think Shannon’s cooking us dinner again.”
My stomach churns at the sound of food. Nothing tastes or smells good anymore—at least nothing I used to like. Every time I attempt to eat a cheeseburger, my favorite food, I end up hugging the toilet.
“No, I’m good.”
Trent narrows his eyes at me. “Are you okay? You don’t look so good.” He presses his hand to my forehead to check my temperature. “Are you getting sick?”
Something like that.
“I need to talk to you.” I glance at the living room packed with his teammates playing a video game together. “Somewhere more private.”
We haven’t been together long. So, how do I tell him that his entire life is about to change? A million scenarios race through my head, none of them good. I have to prepare myself for the worst case. He could freak out and say he doesn’t want to be a part of a child’s life.
Hockey is everything to him.
A baby could upend his career.
Trent shuts the front door and then leads me upstairs to his bedroom. I sit on the edge of his mattress, my hands clasped on my lap to steady my nerves. He locks the door and saunters to me with a concerned look. I bite my cheek, struggling to find the right words.
Trent sinks to one knee in front of me and grabs my hand. “What’s going on?”
