Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 36002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
My stomach twists.
Me: Yup. Talk soon.
Angela: Love you.
Me: Yep.
I kick off my shoes, drop my phone beside them, and make my way to Abby’s room so I can comfort her without distraction. When I enter, I stop dead in my tracks. She’s changing out of her clothes and into an oversized T-shirt. I stare at her smooth, naked back. No bra. Her purple panties are tight on her growing bottom showing off a lot of cheek. My cock twitches.
Not helpful, dude.
I clear my throat. She quickly yanks on the shirt and then whirls around to look at me. Since she’s getting comfortable, I decide to do the same and shed my shirt. A flicker of pride races through me when her heated gaze skims over my chest. I’ve been working my ass off at the gym to keep up with the other athletes. Guess it’s paying off.
Abby crawls into bed and I follow. Once I’m on my back, she curls around me and her palm rests on the center of my chest. My heart hammers beneath her fingertips, sending blood straight to my cock.
“Sorry I freaked out earlier,” she whispers, hot breath tickling over my skin. “I feel so out of control lately.”
“It’s okay.”
She scoffs. “No, it’s not, Rhett. You’ve been doing so much for me. At first, I was pissed at you when I got pregnant, but I’m so grateful for you. This would be a nightmare with anyone else, but with you, it’s not.”
I hug her to me and kiss her hair. “I’m a step above a nightmare. Winning over here.”
“Just a tiny step. Don’t let it go to your head.”
She tilts her head up and when I look down at her, our mouths are close. Too close. Her tongue sweeps across her bottom lip and it transfixes me. I find myself leaning a little closer, aching to lick it too.
Dude. No.
What the fuck.
A small sigh escapes her as she closes her eyes. Her lips part as though she’s waiting for the kiss that will never come. I’ve already screwed up royally. I have more self-control than that, so I remain still, not meeting her for the kiss.
“I’m with Angela,” I remind us both.
Her lips purse together and her eyes reopen. Fire burns angrily in her gaze. “I know.”
“Well, stop making me want to kiss you.” Shit. That didn’t come out right. “Fuck. I mean, stop looking at me like you want me to kiss you.”
Her fingertips skate over my chest and brush over one of my nipples. My cock is completely at attention now, straining in my boxers. I’m thankful the blanket is covering me, and she isn’t looking at it. It’s betraying the words I speak.
“You want to kiss me?” she purrs, voice sounding like one of her clingy cats.
Why must she tease me so fucking bad sometimes? It’s what got us in this predicament in the first place. There’s something about Abby Serengeti that’s hard for me to resist.
“No,” I lie.
“I don’t want to kiss you either.” She also lies.
I grunt as I slide my palm to her waist. “Stop talking.”
Her lips curl into a teasing grin. “You could stop me.”
As much as I want to do just that, I ignore the taunt and gently rub at the muscle on her lower back, beneath her shirt. She stiffens and breathes heavily.
“Still hurts?”
“Yep,” she breathes. “It’s a little lower, though.”
I can’t meet her intense stare as I slip my fingers beneath the hem of her panties. She whimpers and whines as I massage the tender muscle. We’re quiet as I work out the tension. Eventually, she falls asleep.
Do I remove my hand from inside her panties?
Yes.
Do I hate every second of it?
Also, yes.
I do gently roll her onto her back so I can watch her sleep. With her eyes closed and breath coming out in even exhales, I admire her without guilt.
Beautiful. There’s a reason why I got swept up in her in the first place. It wasn’t because we were drunk or she was challenging me. It’s because there’s always been an attraction between us.
Unfortunately, she’s the wrong sister.
The right one thinks I’m planning a wedding proposal. Her expensive-ass engagement ring is probably laying in the floorboard of the backseat of my car, discarded and unwanted.
Dread consumes me. Am I spending too much time with Abby and letting my emotions get confused? Abby is carrying my baby, but I’m not going to marry her. I’m marrying her sister.
When I start to pull away, my fingertips drag across her stomach. It’s then I realize she’s growing a little there. The bump is barely there, but I notice it. I splay my palm across her stomach, a grin tugging at my lips. There’s a piece of me growing inside her. Fucking wild.
I try to imagine a future where I coparent this baby with her. Keeping it a secret from Angela and her family might be damn near impossible. I’m probably setting myself up for epic failure.