A Bundle of Joy 2: The Baby Proposal (BWWM Interracial Romance) by Roxy Wilson Read Free Book Online Page B

to the end. About 40 weeks, give or take a week or two if everything goes well. I want the baby to be healthy and happy, and that means that I need a job.” She bit het lower lip. “I can’t get the nutrition he or she needs without money. I wouldn’t care so much if it was just me, but this baby deserves the best I can give.”
    Triston could tell that Selene was fighting to hold back her tears. “Come here.” He grabbed her hand and held her close, as close as he could manage without making her think he had ulterior motives. But he just wanted to comfort her, to say without words that he was going to be there to see her through this difficulty, and that he was in it with her for the long haul.
    They were like that for a while . He felt himself drowning in her tropical scent, until he reluctantly released her and guided her towards the sofa. He made sure she was seated comfortably.
    “So they just told you they didn’t want the baby anymore?”
    Selene nodded. “You’re probably wondering why I was so gullible, and why—”
    “—No , not at all.”
    “I should’ve read the contract properly, made changes in it to protect myself but I was so…so blinded by the relief they offered that I didn’t think everything through.” She drew in a deep breath and then exhaled somewhat wearily.
    In spite of himself, Triston was filled with elation. Selene wasn’t involved with another man. She wasn’t in love with someone. He ’d wasted time imagining her with another man. Now it seemed he had another chance. And this time, he wasn’t going to screw up.
    He took her hand in his.
    She tried to pull herself free, but he didn’t let go. “Still only want things your way, don’t you?”
    He ignored her jibe. “What I’m going to say may sound crazy and rash, but I’m not sure you have time for any other choices.”
    “What is it?” Selene stiffened and went completely still.
    Go easy, Walker. She’s edgy.
    “Remember the plans we had?”
    Selene’s eyes narrowed. “We had many plans. You need to be more specific.”
    “College? Marriage? Kids? Any of those ring a bell?”
    She raised her chin, as if she was ready for a challenge. “What are you getting at?”
    “What do you think about us getting married?”
    She jerked back from him. “Are you out of your ever-living mind?” Her entire body shook. “No, thank you.”
    “Listen to me. It’s a quick fix. I can give you what you need. Stability. A shoulder to lean on.”
    “I don’t need your charity, Triston.”
    I have to get this right. She needs to see that this could work.
    “Once the baby is born, you’ll be free to make the decision about whether you want to give the baby up for adoption or—”
    “I don’t think—”
    “You can keep the baby and we can be a real family together.”
    “A real family? Is this a joke? I’m not a charity case, Triston.”
    “Trust me when I say this: charity is the furthest thing from my mind when I touch you, kiss you. Make no mistake about that.”
    And to prove his point, he pulled her close, tight against his chest, swooped down and suckled the deep valley where her neck and shoulder met. Because of her cedar-colored skin, he was sure that he’d leave a mark there. But he didn’t care. He wanted the whole damn world to know that Selene was his, was always his.
    And when she whimpered, he used his tongue to criss-cross his way upwards, savoring her taste, her scent. He burned for her with six years’ worth of need, of longing, of lust. And then he took her ripe, parted lips in his, and nibbled and licked, and sucked on them, taking pleasure in their fullness.
    Selene tugged against him, and he loosened his hold on her. He had no plans of letting go of her completely, only until he was good and ready. And right now, he was far from ready. He was relishing in the sight of the rapid rise and fall of her chest and the way her tongue flitted to lick her succulent lips, anyway.
    “Are you offering this