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)
“Rhett,” she rasps out.
I bite at her neck and run my thumb over her nipple. “I want to fuck you, Abby. So bad.”
Her response is to push her ass against my stone-hard cock. But she hasn’t actually given me permission, so I continue to tease her nipple with my fingers and kiss her neck.
“We can’t,” she says softly. “Rhett, stop. Now.”
As if doused in cold water, I jerk my hand away from her breast and out from under her shirt. When I start to scramble away from her, she rolls toward me and curls around my body.
“Stay. Sleep. Please.” Her lips find my jaw in the dark. “You’re upset right now and I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret later. Plus, I can’t take the back and forth. Can you just hold me tonight?”
I know she’s right.
“Yeah,” I choke out as I pull her tighter to me. “I’m sorry, honey.”
“It’s okay. Everything is going to be okay.”
I ignore my buzzing phone as the ultrasound tech slides the wand over Abby’s lubed-up stomach. It doesn’t take long for us to hear the sound of the heartbeat again. And, like the other doctor’s visits, it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
Abby beams at me, tears welling in her eyes. She’s such a good mom already and we’re only halfway there. I’m dying for her dream to come true. To hold our son. Such a simple, easy dream. I realize, it’s become one of mine too.
“Are you sure you want to know the sex?” the tech asks, grinning at us. “I can tell you right now if you want.”
I defer to Abby, eyebrows furled. “What do you want, honey?”
“I want to know,” she says quickly. “If you do.”
We both nod and the tech chuckles.
“New parents are always the cutest,” the tech says, eyes twinkling. “Do you lovebirds have any other kids or is this your first?”
Lovebirds?
Does she think we’re married?
“Two cats,” Abby says, smirking at me. “Lay it on us. If it’s a girl, I’ll still be happy, but I really—”
“You’re having a boy.”
“A boy?” I choke out as Abby gapes at the woman.
“Here,” the tech continues. “I’ll print out a picture so you can see his little boy parts.”
I stare at the screen, confused on how the lady can determine such a thing, completely in awe.
“We’re having a boy,” Abby says through her tears. “I knew it.”
This moment is special and pure, but my phone just goes and goes nonstop. Abby’s smile falters when I quickly peek at the screen.
Fuck.
Angela: Why are you at the hospital? Everything okay? Did you break your hand?
I keep forgetting that woman is tracking my every move. When I’m at Abby’s it’s easy for Angela to assume it’s Riko’s place. But, while out and about, it’s more obvious as to the things I’m up to.
Like finding the sex of my child with her sister.
Last night I almost slept with Abby again. I couldn’t blame it on the alcohol this time. It was pure need that was driving me. Now that I’m awake and more rooted in reality, I’m grateful she put a stop to it. I’m spending so much time with Abby lately, it’s easy to see why my cock is getting confused.
Your cock’s never been confused around Abby…
I miss whatever the tech says and then she says Abby can get dressed.
“Why don’t you step out and take that call?” Abby suggests, her tone cool. “I don’t need an audience.”
The tech chuckles. “Ruh-roh. Dad’s in trouble for taking work calls during an ultrasound. If I had a dollar for every time that happens, I’d be rich. Come on, Daddy. I’ll show you back to the waiting room up front. Get her food after. She’ll forgive you.”
I meet Abby’s hard stare and realize there’s no arguing with her. After a resigned sigh, I follow after the tech and head for the car, dialing Angela.
“Yeah?” I say, a bite of irritation when she answers. “Why are you blowing up my phone?”
“Excuse me? Why don’t you try again because I won’t be spoken to that way.”
Guilt floods through me. Apparently, I’m an asshole to everyone.
“Sorry,” I grunt out. “Long day. What’s up?”
“I wanted to tell you the update, but you weren’t answering. I’d seen where you stayed over at Riko’s last night and now you’re at the hospital. So, naturally, I went from ready to gossip to worried. Is your hand okay? Will you still be able to play sports?”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Hand is fine. Just bruised. What’s the tea?”
“So,” she says, rushing into what she really wanted to talk about. “Beau Masterson threw a fit with the club owners. Demanded you and your entire family be banned for life.”
Fuck.
“But,” she continues, “Daddy stepped in and defended your honor. Beau magically conceded after that. You’re so lucky my father did that. It would have been so embarrassing to not be able to have my own boyfriend up at the club where we hang out so often.”