Fall On Me (29 page)

Kyle held my gaze for many moments, giving
nothing away, until his lips tipped up in a smile. "We could have
fun trying, baby." I paled, Dr. Michaels laughed and Kyle's grin
widened. "I do enjoy a challenge, princess," he teased.

He was joking.

He better be joking…

"You're supposed to be a professional," I
snapped, turning to glare at my doctor who was cackling in his
chair like a school-boy. "It's not funny and you shouldn’t
encourage him." I glanced at Kyle's smug, self-satisfied face.
"He's cocky enough."

"I apologize, Lee," Dr. Michaels choked out
before snickering. "If it helps you could consider it as part of
your physiotherapy..."

"I'm leaving," I growled, leaping out of my
chair, grabbing the handles of Hope's stroller. He was a
middle-aged doctor. A freaking specialist and he laughing and
joking like a teenager with my overgrown fiancé. "You two are
disgraceful."

Kyle burst out laughing, clearly enjoying the
joke, as he rose from his chair and shook Dr. Michael's hand. "See
you in three months doc," he said, pleased as punch with
himself.

****

"Princess," Kyle choked out through fits of
laughter as he followed me into the parking lot of the hospital.
"Slow down, will you?"

"No," I snapped. The car lit up once as I
approached and I opened the back door. "You humiliated me in there.
I have never been so embarrassed in my life, Kyle."

"You're over-reacting," he chuckled as he
moved in front of me. "He's a doctor, Lee. They hear all types of
shit daily."

I glared at the back of Kyle's head as he
strapped Hope into her car seat. "You said
fuck
to the
doctor," I hissed and then shuddered in mortification. "Kyle, you
told him we
fuck
." I felt like howling in frustration as I
stole a peek at Kyle and saw he was laughing at me.

"We do," he said in an innocent tone of voice
as he tried to stifle a chuckle. "And I think he figured it out
when he saw our daughter."

"You jackass. We do not f…"

Straightening his back, he turned around and
snared with a broad, dimpled smile. "I'm good, baby, but I'm not
that good. I need to get in your pants in order to reproduce. So,
yeah, we have fucked, we do fuck and I can guarantee you that we
will fuck…"

"Oh, yeah?" I huffed, butting him out of the
way so I could tighten Hope's restraints. Kyle had an awful habit
of leaving them way too loose. He was afraid she would squash. I
was afraid she would slip out if we had to brake. "Well, you can be
rest assured that the only pants you'll be getting into from now on
will be your own."

His hands grabbed my hips, pulling me
backwards into his arms. He stretched an arm out in front of me and
closed Hope's door gently before turning me in his arms and backing
me up against the car. "On a scale of one to ten," he purred. "How
mad are you right now?"

"Eleven," I muttered in a petulant tone.
"Couldn't you have said lovemaking, or intercourse or…sleeping
together?"

"You're serious, aren't you?" he said in a
confused tone of voice. "You're really embarrassed about this?"

"Yeah, Kyle, I am," I told him, straight
faced. "I don't like our private affairs discussed. Especially not
that
."

"But you talk dirty when we…"

"That's different," I snapped, my face
reddening. "That's when we're alone and in private–which won't be
happening any time in the near future."

Kyle tried to keep a straight face, but
failed epically. "Don't you like it when we…make love?" he
sniggered. "I'm sorry, princess, but I hate that term…It's not me."
He shook his head and smiled tenderly, his blue eyes locked on
mine, snaring me, softening me. His hand came up to cup my cheek
and my skin tingled from that small fragment of contact. "Just
because I say I fuck you, doesn't mean I don't make love to you,"
he confessed softly. "Because I do. Every single time."

"And what the hell was with all the
questions?" I asked as I tried to hold onto my outrage–which was
fading fast. The damn man had a way of influencing me with his
words–and his mouth, which was currently teasing my earlobe. "You
need to think before you speak, Kyle…" I didn’t get chance to
finish what I was saying because Kyle's mouth covered mine. He
nibbled on my lower lip, his tongue probing me softly, looking for
access and I was lost.

Every nerve in my body came to life when his
tongue slipped inside my mouth, massaging mine with slow skillful
thrusts that caused the hairs on the back of my neck to rise and
the muscles in my pelvis to clench. I sagged against the car,
reveling in the feel of his body flush against mine, his mouth
possessing mine.

Kyle pressed one last spine-tingling peck to
my lips before stepping back and brushing his thumb over my lower
lip. I opened my eyes, feeling dazed and highly aroused.

"So, have I cheered you up?" Kyle asked, his
eyes alight with humor. "Or do I need to take you home and make
sweet,
discreet
love to you?"

"Jerk," I growled as I pushed him away and
opened my car door. He had to ruin it…

"Cranky," he countered with a snort as he
rounded the car and opened his door. "You know, princess…" He
grinned at me from across the hood. "I could always penetrate
you."

"Don't push me, Carter," I grumbled.

Kyle raised a brow in challenge. "Don't
tempt me, princess."

****

Kyle

I wasn't sure if Lee was actually pissed with
me or just trying to be. She sat stiffly in her seat the whole
drive back to the hotel, but every now and then–when she thought I
wasn't watching–she peeked at the side of my face and chewed on her
lip. Yeah, I was fairly confident I was getting some tonight. I had
the green light from Dr. Michaels…Things were looking up for
us.

Pulling into my parking spot, I couldn't keep
the smile from my face. "Stop," Lee said with a smile.

"Stop what?" I asked as I unfastened my
seatbelt and climbed out. I was hoping Lee wouldn't notice I hadn't
packed the monkey, but of course, the minute we unpacked the last
box of our stuff the other day, she looked for King-Kong. I'd tried
to persuade her leave him behind, but she was determined to get him
back.
Stupid fucking gorilla…

"Stop grinning like that," she replied. "It's
contagious."

"Good," I chuckled as I lifted Hope out and
snuggled her to my chest. She yawned widely, giving me a good look
into her mouth. "Oh, angel," I crooned as I turned her in my arms
to get a better look. "You have another tooth coming up." I looked
down at Lee and frowned. "Should they be coming so fast? She's only
seven months."

"Apparently it's fine," she said in an
anxious tone as she tugged on my arm until I lowered Hope enough
for Lee to see. "She's such a good baby," she murmured as she
stroked Hope's little curls and then her face. "She's good with
pain."

Hope stretched her little chubby arms out for
her mom and my heart inflated as I watched my woman hold my
daughter. She was convinced she couldn't get pregnant and I was
secretly determined to prove her wrong. I knew there was a
possibility it wouldn't happen for us again and I had my own theory
on the matter: fuck science. She was going to be my wife. I was
going to make babies with her. She still had one tube and I had
strong swimmers...

"I fucking love you, Lee Bennett," I
whispered in my head. "Put me out of my misery…"

"Hmm?" Lee looked up at me with a perplexed
expression. "Did you say something?"

"Nothing important, baby," I said as I
wrapped my arm around her shoulder and led her to the elevator.

****

"What the hell are you doing in here?" I
demanded the second my eyes fell on my father. He was lounging on
our couch, in our goddamn suite, without a care in the world.

"Well, hello to you, too, son," he said in
his usual condescending tone of voice. He inclined his head to
where Lee was standing, looking extremely baffled, and holding Hope
tightly in her arms. "How's the little family?"

"I'm not your son," I snarled, taking a step
closer to the couch.

"Kyle," Lee said in a soft tone. "Calm down.
Hope can hear you."

The knowledge sobered me and I lowered my
tone. "What do you want, David?"

"Oh, you know," he waffled as he tossed a
hand aimlessly in the air. "To check in. See how you three were
doing. I heard you moved out. Bought a place in the mountains. How
are you settling in?"

"I'm going to put Hope down for a nap," Lee
mumbled as she hurried off in the direction of our old bedroom.

The minute the bedroom door closed, I was
moving towards him. "Up," I hissed. "Get the fuck out of here."

"Kyle," David said in a weary tone. "For once
can we not argue, and at least try to have a civil
conversation?"

"I'm sorry," I spat, my tone sarcastic. "My
civility went out the window around the same time I realized I had
your fucked up genes in my body. So, yeah, about eleven years
ago."

"Will you just get over it," David said in a
reprimanding tone. "Move on. I'd like to put the past behind us."
His eyes flicked to our bedroom door. "I've been making
some…changes and I would like the opportunity to have a
relationship with my grandchild."

"Get over what exactly?" I whispered. "Get
over the death of my mother? Or the almost ten years I spent being
shipped around the state, living out of a fucking duffel bag? As
for a relationship with my daughter: are you serious?" I shook my
head and walked over to the door of our suite. "There's nothing
here for you, David. Go."

"Listen," he placated, holding his hands up
in defense. "I'm trying here. I am trying to make amends."

"You're twenty-three years too late to play
daddy with me." I tilted my head in the direction of the doorway.
"And breaking into my suite sure as hell isn't the way to affirm my
sentimental side."

"I assumed having a child of your own would
incite you to grow up and lose that chip you carry on your
shoulder," he hissed. "But I see you're still the same hot-tempered
little shit who stood on my doorstep…"

"Please leave, Mr. Henderson." My head swung
around and my eyes nearly fell out of my head as I watched Lee
stride towards where I was standing. Slipping her hand into mine,
she stroked her thumb over my knuckles soothingly as she fixed her
steady gaze on my father. "I want you to leave. Now."

"Delia Bennett." David smiled at Lee and it
freaked the hell out of me.
Uh…
"Good to see you on your
feet again," he said, not unkindly. "How's your mother?" Lee paled
and David's grin widened. "Hope she's back on her feet. Big surgery
you both had."

Lee blanched "How do you…"

"How do I know about your surgery?" David
smiled knowingly. "Or how do I know your mother's surgery?"

Lee didn't respond, but it was obvious she
was wondering about the latter. It was the same question I was
wondering about. I'd managed to keep Lee's mom out of the papers.
It helped that she had changed her name from Delia Bennett to Tracy
Gibbons. The reporters hadn't made the connection…how the hell had
he?

"Well, you were front page news for quite
some time," he chuckled. "And I happened to visit you–on several
occasions. We all did."

"What's your point, David?" I growled.
Trouble and pain. That's all that man brought with him. I knew what
his game was and I didn't need his assistance in driving a wedge
between myself and Lee. I was more than capable of fucking things
up all on my own.

"Didn't tell her, did you?" David asked me
before focusing on Lee. "Both Michael and Anna visited you every
day for a month." He shook his head in distaste. "But your
overprotective boyfriend wouldn't allow anyone to see you…with the
exception of that Porter boy."

"Why would you visit me?" Lee asked, her eyes
focused on David. "The last time we spoke, you made it clear how
you felt."

"What are you talking about?" I asked,
bristling with anger. "When did you two talk?"

"When I was pregnant with Hope," Lee said
coldly as she pointed a finger directly at my father. "When he
tried to pay me off."

"Did he now?" I snarled. My mind reverted to
the day my father arrived in my office, talking shit and trying to
give me advice.
'One day you'll find yourself looking at your
biggest regret. Like I am now,'
he'd said to me. The anger that
was building in my body roared to the surface.

"I was trying to protect you, Kyle," David
argued. "That's all. Obviously, I now know I was wrong." Standing
up slowly, he checked the time on his watch before smiling at us.
"Well, I seem to have overstayed my welcome." He brushed past me as
he stepped into the hallway. "Think about what I said. Talk soon,
son."

****

Lee

In the hour since David's departure, Kyle's
mood had switched from frustrated to livid. He bundled us into his
car and drove us back to the house in unnerving silence before
stalking off the minute we stepped foot inside the front door. I
wasn't sure what to say to him. I wasn't sure there was anything I
could say to calm him down. He was terrifying when his mood
darkened to this degree. So, instead of a confrontation, or
pointless coaxing on my behalf, I left him alone in his office and
set about feeding and bathing Hope, before settling her down for
the night.

When she was asleep, I refolded the laundry I
had already folded this morning, and then I checked on the folder
Linda had given me. It was exactly where I had left it–at the
bottom of my underwear drawer, covered with bras and panties.
Another hour passed and I knew I had to face him.