She stepped close, feeling the hard ridge of his cock against her stomach. “If it’s so wrong, why are you so hard for me? Tell me, Preacher, you don’t want me. Tell me to get the hell out of your life.” She ran her hand down his stomach, cupping his hard cock. “Or admit we’re linked, even if you don’t want to be.”

He grabbed her wrist. “You think I don’t want to be linked with you? You think I don’t want this?”

Within seconds she was naked and spread out on the kitchen counter. He stood between her thighs, and she gasped as he touched her pussy.

“You want this, don’t you, Robin? You want my rock-hard cock.”

“Yes, please, Preacher, please, please, I need you. Don’t take the baby away.” She frowned as the scenery changed and she was alone in the darkened forest. She was dressed, and the arousal of moments ago was gone.

Fighting against the darkness, she had to wake up.

She had to.

Opening her eyes, she stared up at the ceiling.

Everything had been a dream.

“Robin, oh, my God, you’re awake. I need a doctor,” Bishop said.

She touched her stomach, but there was nothing there. No baby.

Everything came crashing around her, and she opened her mouth, letting out an ear-piercing scream.

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

Two weeks later

Robin stood at the door of the nursery.

She lifted her hand as if to put it on the door but stopped herself. She couldn’t go through the door, or touch it.

She stepped back, staring at it.

Touching her stomach where the baby had once been, her eyes started to fill, and she quickly turned away from the door. She didn’t go far, just to the top of the stairs, where she sat down. All it would take was the turn of the head to see the door right there. She wasn’t so far away from the room.

She’d been back at Preacher and Bishop’s house for a couple of days now. Neither of the men had pushed her to do anything. She sat with them in silence as they ate their meals. She had gone to school, but that had become too much. There wasn’t a lot she’d missed, but it wasn’t the same.

Everything was different.

No, it wasn’t different at all.

The club was still the same. The colors on the walls and trees were all the same. The only thing to change was herself.

She was the person who was different.

No one else.

She dropped her elbows to her knees, resting her head in her hands.

How could life have changed so much in the past couple of weeks? She didn’t understand it.

One moment she’d been happy, pregnant, with a few rough patches.

Now, she wasn’t pregnant, and life seemed dull.