Chapter 8: The Test and Swelling Secrets

Emily stared at the small white stick on her bathroom counter, heart hammering so hard she felt dizzy.

Two pink lines.

Positive.

She was pregnant.

It had been almost two months since that first night in the parking lot. Weeks of raw, unprotected sex—with Mace, with entire crews, loads pumped into her pussy night after night with zero protection. She’d known the risk. She’d craved the risk. But seeing it confirmed made her knees weak.

She was carrying a baby. And there was no doubt whose it was. Mace had been flooding her more than anyone else, especially on those stolen private nights when jealousy made him fuck her like he was trying to brand her from the inside out.

Her hand trembled as she rested it on her still-flat stomach. A mix of terror, shame, and a strange, dark thrill washed through her. The idealistic rookie was long gone. In her place was a woman addicted to the danger, the corruption ... and the man who had dragged her into it.

She didn’t know how to tell him.

That night on patrol, Emily was quiet. Too quiet. Mace noticed immediately.

They were parked in their usual secluded spot behind the old rail yard. Instead of ordering her to ride him like most nights, he killed the engine and turned to her fully.

“What’s going on in that pretty head, Harper?” His deep voice was gentle but firm. “You’ve been off all shift.”

Emily swallowed hard. Her blue eyes met his dark ones, and suddenly the words spilled out.

“I’m pregnant, Mace.”

Silence filled the cruiser. His massive frame went completely still. She continued quickly, voice shaking. “It’s yours. Has to be. The timing ... and you’ve been the one who—” She bit her lip, cheeks burning. “I’ve been on the pill before, but I stopped taking it after that first night. I don’t know why. I just ... wanted to feel everything.”

Mace stared at her for a long moment, then reached over and pulled her across the console into his lap like she weighed nothing. He cupped her face in his huge hands, thumbs brushing her cheeks. “You’re carrying my baby,” he said slowly, almost reverently. His voice had a rough edge. “My seed took root in that tight white pussy.”

Emily nodded, tears pricking her eyes. “I’m scared. We’re dirty cops. I’m getting gangbanged for payoffs. How the hell are we supposed to—”

He cut her off with a deep, claiming kiss. When he pulled back, his eyes burned with fierce possession.

“We’ll figure it out. You’re not doing this alone. That kid is mine. You’re mine.” His hand slid down to rest possessively over her stomach. “And fuck ... the thought of your belly swelling with my baby while you’re still out here in this uniform, taking dick because I tell you to ... it’s making me hard as hell.”