4: Gareth.

For long moments, she chews on her lip. "Can it just be our secret?"

Jesus, I'm about to have a secret with this girl. My fucking heart pumps in response, my mouth dropping down to her neck and riding the tip of my tongue up the side, the roses and cream taste of her nearly bringing me to my knees. "Yes, Renee. Our secret."

Still, she hesitates. Then, "You make me feel achy," she whispers. "In places I haven't before. And I think...well, I think..."

"Yeah?"

"Would you be interested in getting me pregnant?" she blurts.

No way I just heard her correctly. No fucking way.

Yet my first impulse is to whip out my cock and go to town. In my head, in my heart, Renee is already mine, so the very possibility of her carrying my child in her belly is almost too sweet to bear. I want to come in my boxers just imagining it. But this proposition...it makes no sense. We just met. She's twenty and rolling in dough. It's out of left field, to say the least.

I tilt up her chin and search her vulnerable e