VINCENT

The car windows were fogged, the air heavy with the scent of rain and something darker between us. My c**k was already hard and ready as Lyra kissed my neck, her lips trailing down my shoulders. Holy god, I want her so badly. Yet as much as I want her, my mind is struggling with all the things she told me at the restaurant.

Pregnant. She had been pregnant that night when she was ambushed.

I thought it was an accident. That her car slid off just as the news had said but there ...