Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Not the time? What other opportunity would he have to talk to her? She could easily ghost him like she did four years ago. “You fuckin’ left without a goddamn word.”
Her expression tightened and her gaze flicked down to the boy. “I didn’t think words were necessary since it was pretty obvious why I did. You had a club girl on her knees sucking your…your…eggplant.”
“Kyra.”
She pushed her palm out at him. “Don’t. I didn’t have anything to say then. I certainly don’t have anything to say now.”
“Could’ve let me explain.”
“I know how sucking eggplants works, Zeke. No explanation needed.”
She certainly did.
“Mommy?” The boy tugged on her shorts.
The shorts that showed off her smooth legs. The legs that used to wrap around his head when he was eating her out. Or wrapped around his hips when he was burying himself deep.
Hold up…
Mommy?
Zeke’s eyes bounced between the two. His face was painted like some sort of superhero so it was hard to see if the kid looked like Kyra, but it was easy to see that his hair was a dark brown and his eyes were blue.
Her voice softened when she asked, “Yes, baby?”
“Is he your fwend?”
“No, buddy, he’s not.”
The kid’s brow wrinkled. “Who is he?”
“A mistake from my past.”
Ouch.
Zeke lifted his gaze and locked it with hers, then jerked his chin toward the boy. “I got the same question. Who is he?”
“My son.”
“Your son.”
“Yes, Zeke, my son. I actually had a baby and I’m now raising him. That’s what I mean by my son.”
It took two people to make a crotch goblin.
The blood drained from his face. Holy shit.
He stared at the boy with the dark brown hair like his and the blue eyes like his. His chest got tight and he searched the kid’s features in an attempt to see more similarities, but the face paint was like a fucking mask.
But could it be?
No fuckin’ way. Was this why she bolted in a damn hurry? “How old is he?”
Her gaze swung away, and when it swung back, her mouth was firmly set and her nostrils flared. “Why do you care?”
Why couldn’t she just answer the damn question? “He mine?”
She rolled her blue eyes.
Why couldn’t she give him a simple fucking answer? “He’s mine, ain’t he?”
“Everything isn’t about you, Zeke. You think the world revolves around you, but news flash, it doesn’t. Anyway, I am so done with this conversation.”
Fuck that. “I ain’t.”
“We’re none of your business, Zeke. Have the day you deserve.” She once again tugged on the kid’s hand and stepped around him. “Come on, buddy, we need to go.”
Zeke scraped fingers through his hair. “Kyra. Jesus.”
She stopped abruptly and spun on him with flushed cheeks and eyes as hard as diamonds. “You cheat. You’re an ex-con. I don’t need that in my life, Zeke. I need steady. Especially now that I have a son to raise. I owe that to him. You’re…”
“Unsteady,” he finished for her.
“You’re a freaking mess. You always have been. I saw it much clearer once I saw your eggplant deep down Bunny’s throat,” she hissed.
He’d admit, that moment wasn’t his finest, but damn, it was just a blowjob from a sweet butt. Everyone knew sweet butts didn’t count.
Of course, he’d keep that opinion to himself.
“You know how to wound me, woman.”
“Wound you? Again, it’s all about you. You ripped my heart out. How big do you think that gaping wound is—was?”
“Got carried away.” Drinking.
She barked out a dry laugh, shook her head and began to walk away again.
He followed behind her, his eyes glued to her swinging ass.
Having a kid definitely agreed with her.
But he wasn’t going to let this go until he had the truth.
He considered the kid’s features. Since he and Kyra both had blue eyes, that might mean shit. But combined with that hair color…
His gut was screaming at him to find out.
But fuck, did he really want to know if the kid was his? At this point, he could get away scot-free.
No child support. No parental responsibilities.
He’d continue to live his life like he liked to live it. Wild and free with his knees in the breeze.
A kid could change all that.
Having a kid was like throwing an anchor overboard. It could drag you underwater.
He should know. He had been one of those anchors.
And depending on who you asked, he still was.
Chapter Five
Kyra’s heart pounded in her throat.
Why the hell was he following her? Couldn’t he take a hint? A very obvious one at that.
She should’ve left the second she spotted MC cuts. That was when it dawned on her that the jubilee was a fundraiser for the Walker Foundation. A charity that the Dirty Angels held near and dear.
As they should.
The thick crowds also proved that the foundation was important to the residents of western Pennsylvania, especially those living in and around Shadow Valley.