Tied - Part Three (The Tied Series) by Ellen Callahan Read Free Book Online

remind him to keep still. I didn’t want him to get too enthusiastic and accidentally hurt himself.
     
    His grunts of pleasure spurred me on. I sucked and I bobbed, hoping to return all the pleasure that he’d given me, trying to show him how I felt using just my mouth and tongue. His fingers curled in my hair as we built up to a faster rhythm.
     
    “Give it to me, Lockett,” I said, pulling away for just a moment. I wanted to taste him, to hear him and to feel him climax.
     
    “God I wish I could fuck you right now,” he said, his voice strained.
     
    “Soon.”
     
    He finished just moments later, spilling his scalding hot essence inside my mouth, panting and groaning my name.
     
    “I’m glad you’re home,” I said when I crawled back up the bed to lie next to him. He pulled me close, and I rested my head on his bare chest. I sighed contentedly as I listened to him breath.
     
    “Same,” he said, his voice a deep rumble.
     
    There was so much left unsaid. What now? What are we? What is he going to do? How can I help him recover? But he deserved a break. We both did. Simply being there together in his bed was all that we needed. Tomorrow doesn’t exist . He’d told me that once. I could live it for the moment. I could do it for him.

CHAPTER 6
     
    Oh, no. What did I eat? All of the uncertainty and the anxiety I’d suffered since the attack had my stomach in constant knots, but I hadn’t been sick.
     
    I woke before the sun had even risen, warm and safe and comfortable in Lockett’s arms, and I had to peel myself away and run into the bathroom.
     
    I’d barely finished emptying my stomach when I heard the front door open and close. I froze there on the floor, hoping I wasn’t overheard, but Alexa called to me and knocked on the bathroom door. “Hey, are you okay?” she asked.
     
    “Yeah,” I said. I tried to clear my throat. “Must have eaten something funky.”
     
    “You better not be pregnant,” she chuckled. Ice ran through my veins “Hang tight, I’ll go get you some ginger ale.”
     
    I held my breath until I heard her leave the apartment. I was very nearly sick all over again. Pregnant. Could I be? Alexa was only joking - who didn’t make that joke when they heard someone throwing up in the early morning?
     
    But… it was possible. I was late but I’d attributed it to stress. Frantically I calculated the time between today and the last few times I’d had sex with Lockett. I’d been stressed back then, too - upset about my mother, about my job prospects, afraid that I was losing him, still fighting the guilt I felt about my accident every day.
     
    They all seemed like much smaller problems, now.
     
    I was on the pill but I wasn’t as religious about it as I should have been. Especially not since uprooting and moving to New York. My routine, my habits, my whole life was shaken up - I could have easily made a mistake somewhere.
     
    Fuck .
     
    Tears filled my eyes. This couldn’t be happening. Not now. I forced myself to get up. A test. I need a test, first. Oh, God, Lockett is going to hate me…
     
    I sat on the couch in a daze.
     
    Alexa found me there when she returned. I stared ahead at nothing, too overwhelmed with the idea of being pregnant that I couldn’t even focus.
     
    “Hey,” she said, pressing a cold soda bottle into my hands. “Feeling better?”
     
    I stared down at the ginger ale. “Yeah. Thanks.”
     
    She rubbed my back. “Anything else I can do?”
     
    I shook my head. “Thank you. You’re a good sister.”
     
    “I try!” she said brightly, then yawned. “Wake me up if you need anything, okay?” she said. I promised I would.
     
    I watched her go. A pang of jealousy hit me when I heard Mallet call to her before she shut the door. They were so happy, and everything seemed so simple for them. Why was I such a screw-up? What had Lockett and I done to deserve such bad luck?
     
    Well, no time like the present. I sure as hell wasn’t going