Such A Good Guy

7. Luke

CHAPTER 7

Luke

I qaluit was a small city and did not have a big concert hall, so I had arranged to play a few coffee shop concerts after we checked into our hotel, but my body was buzzing too hard wondering if Luna was pregnant that they all went by in a blur.

I only thought about her.

Dimly, I was aware that I was playing songs, that people were applauding, their faces happy and upturned, but all I looked at was her. Was that a frown between her eyebrows? Why was she twirling a loose strand of hair between her fingers?

She changed into a long skirt and boots because it was already chilly and snowy in Iqaluit, and all I could think about was lifting that skirt up and putting my hands on what I’d only touched late in the night.

I remembered how her pussy had gripped the forceps, how her cunt had seemed to greedily suck down all the cum I funneled into her. Her body had been craving my seed, even if she didn’t accept it yet. I had seen what her sweet little cunt wanted. And it wanted endless jets of my cum.

She turned sideways and my eyes devoured her, zeroing in on her stomach. Was I imagining it or was there a little more roundness to her belly?

Yes

Absolutely

The little bump poking out from her tummy was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life, but I could tell Luna hadn’t accepted it yet. Sometimes I’d watch her pull her shirt down self-consciously, even though my mouth filled with drool at the sight of her swelling belly.

So kind of you to come to Nunavut

Big fan

I’ve never met such a down-to-earth celebrity

You’re one of the good ones

Afterwards, we went to the Nunatta Sunakkutaangit Museum and saw an exhibit of paintings and photographs of Arctic animals.

“You’re not mad, are you?” she asked as I examined a painting of an Arctic wolf, its lips spread back from its sharp, cruel teeth.

How to tell Luna that I was more like this wolf—animalistic, dark and cruel, uncivilized, my brain driven by the need to possess her for my own and I didn’t care who I had to hurt in the process, than anything resembling either Mr. Darcy or Mr. Bingley? That my brain was more reptile than man? That I didn’t understand what people called morality? That my only morality was whether or not she was happy and safe?

“Mad at you? Why should I be?” I asked in confusion.

“You know, because of what I said earlier. How we’re better as friends.”

“Oh, no, I’m not mad at you,” I hastened to reassure her, loving that little pressure still on my arm as she put her hand there tentatively. “How could I ever be mad at you? I love you.”

She frowned up at me, a little wrinkle appearing between her brows as her full lips turned down.

“But you’re going to stop saying that, right? Stop telling me you love me?”

I considered that for a second.

“But I’m never going to stop loving you. It would be very hard to stop saying it, angel. You know I’ll try to do anything for you, but that would be very hard.”

Her cheeks pinked in a delicious sweet color.

“Luke—what? Of course you’ll find someone else.”

I shook my head, feeling myself grin at the absolute absurdity of this idea. No one even slightly appealed to me.

“Other women don’t appeal to me. Men, either. You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.”

“Now don’t be silly. All those girls in college—”

She attempted to pull her hand away, but on a reflex I closed my fingers over hers so she couldn’t. My heart pounded with the effort of holding my power back.

I could take her so easily, pull her skirt up and plunge my fingers into that delicious warmth between her legs.

But if she was pregnant she really needed to eat frequently and rest. . .

“There has never been other girls. Only you. Where would you like to eat tonight?” I asked.

“Sushi,” she said.

Luna seemed anxious to change the subject.

But my campaign to make her love me had only just begun.

I had to know if she was pregnant or not.

However, Luna didn’t seem quite ready to be told yet. I wanted her to be in love with me first. Therefore, I would have to collect and test her pee in secret. My fingers felt in my backpack for the sharp edges of the different pregnancy tests I had bought.

I had paid for us to be the only sushi restaurant patrons tonight. Not only did I want Luna all to myself, but I didn’t need anyone else in there pissing all over my collection bowl.

I went into the bathroom and snapped it under the toilet seat.

My heart was hammering in excitement.

Was I about to see evidence that I was going to be a father?

I wanted this baby so badly. I already thought of my boy or girl with the same protectiveness that I did Luna. I would do anything to protect my child, and I had the proven ability to do that without getting caught.

I wondered if that was one of the benefits I could tell Luna about, but regretfully shelved the idea. Pregnant women were to be kept as stress-free as possible during the pregnancy to ensure a healthy 9 months.

As I walked back from setting up the pregnancy test, I saw her raise a juicy salmon roll to her lips.

For a moment, I only had the usual raw carnal appreciation for how beautiful her plush lips were, how adorable her little pink tongue was, how beautiful it would look wrapped sleepily around my cock.

Then I remembered.

I had read Your Healthy Pregnancy and Pregnancy for Helpful Daddies both front to back several times at this point, and it all had seemed like academic information until I told her she was pregnant, but suddenly all the warnings came roaring back to me.

No raw fish

Risk of foodborne illness

Raw fish is likely to contain parasites or bacteria

Fuck

And here she was about to put a huge mouthful of raw salmon in her mouth.

“Hey, Luna, you don’t want the raw fish from here,” I called out, trying to keep my strides normal and calm as I hurried toward her. “It’s not very good. Let’s do the veggie sushi.”

She paused for a second and cocked an eyebrow at me. “Are you fucking kidding me? This is one of the best places in all of Canada!”

Then she opened those pretty pink lips again and stuck her tongue out for the sushi.

Fuck

I didn’t even think, just moved on instinct.

She was not going to make herself or our baby sick

I darted forward and grabbed her hand, tightening it so she couldn’t move.

“I’m sorry, baby girl, I can’t let you endanger yourself.”

Her jaw dropped as she looked at me, eyes flashing.

“How dare you!” she yelped, pulling against my grip and panting deliciously as she tried to escape. Her breasts shook in tiny mouth-watering jiggles as she struggled in my arms. “Get your hands off me, Luke! Let me have some sushi.”

But I wasn’t sure if I could remove my hands, the blood instantly pounding in my ears, making me feel flushed and filled with need for her.

With the other hand, I plucked the salmon roll and popped it in my own mouth.

“You bastard!” she said, her cheeks now a deep pink and her eyes flashing like a queen’s.

She tried to reach for another one, straining against my hold.

Oh fuck, this wasn’t a good idea. In this position, I could feel how easy it would be to subdue her.

“Be a good girl,” I said, the blood practically flooding my ears, my balls now so swollen with the need to put cum in her that they laid against my thighs like heavy weights. “I don’t want you getting sick.”

She scoffed. “I have never gotten sick from sushi, and you’re not my boss, so let me go.”

Luna pulled backwards, the motion squishing those gorgeous tits together so they strained at the bodice of her top.

I wanted to run my hand down those curves, feel her nipples and let them pebble under my fingers, encouraging a few drops of milk out.

“No,” I said, the word falling like an anvil between us, as the sweet feel of my power over her throbbed all through my veins and roared in my cock. “I won’t let you.”

“Or what?” she asked. “What are you going to do to me?”

Well, I was at a loss there.

There was no way to express what I wanted to do to her in a gentlemanly manner.

“More iced tea?” I asked, raising my other hand for the waiter.

“Let me go to the bathroom,” she hissed. “When I get out you better be in your right mind again.”

Did I even have a right mind?

I released her, bending down over a chair to watch her walk by, because the sight of those little marks on her wrist where I’d gripped her had me almost coming in my pants.

When she had disappeared into the restroom, I slipped a couple of thousand dollars into the waiter’s pocket.

“Don’t serve her any raw fish,” I said, my voice grating. “No matter what she says. And can you bring us some avocado sushi and California rolls?”

“Thank you,” I added.

I never forget my manners. Luna once said being rude to anyone on the wait staff was the biggest red flag possible.

Luna’s face was pink, her color still heated when she came back.

She was fucking glowing, and I knew it was from my baby.

“You look stunning tonight,” I said, but she only gave me and the avocado rolls in front of her a defiant glare.

Dragging my eyes reluctantly away, I headed into the bathroom, my breath rattling in my lungs.

Inside, I collected the basin full of glistening liquid, my fingers fucking shaking as I took the pregnancy test out of its package.

Shit. I didn’t realize how much I was craving the idea that she was pregnant with my baby already. And I couldn’t stand not knowing.

I dipped the white tip of the pregnancy test into the shimmering pool of Luna’s pee, my stomach turned inside-out and twisting with a fierce, urgent need.

Luna Gallagher needed to be pregnant now.

Luna Gallagher . . .Luna O’Neill.

My mouth watered as I tasted her name on my tongue, chanted it over and over again, my other hand at my throat to feel the silky strands of her hair against my skin.

Then I pulled up the pregnancy test and looked at it.

The drop of liquid dreams seemed to move painfully slowly as the blood rushed` in my ears.

One line. . .

Where was the other line. . .

Fuck, where was the goddamn line . . .

No, goddamnit, she wasn’t pregnant yet. . .

My stomach sunk, bitter disappointment rising in my throat.

If she wasn’t pregnant, I was going to go out there in thirty seconds and yank up that skirt, shove her against the wall, and impregnate her right in front of all of Iqaluit.

Wait. . .

Was that a line?

Did I see the color darkening?

Then thick, dark pink, bright and un-fucking-mistakable.

Positive!

Before I knew what I was doing, I was jamming my fist in my mouth, almost fucking howling with pride in her and excitement for our baby.

She was going to be the most cherished woman in the world and our baby was going to be the most rightfully spoiled baby in all of existence.

My heart was thrumming and throbbing with joy and I felt reckless, wild.

My gentlemanly plan to win Luna wasn’t working for shit.

The more I saw my pregnant future wife, the more the dark need to take her crawled along my skin.

How long could I fight it until I lost?