Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Tex pulled a barstool out and sat down. “I mean, this is a shock, but if you gotta have a baby momma, that is one hot—”
“DON’T!” I warned him before he started that shit again.
He held up both hands. “Sorry. I was just pointing it out. Now, you can fuck her raw all you want.” He said raw like he was envious.
“I’m not fucking her,” I growled.
He frowned. “Can I ask why?”
“Leave it,” Drifter said to him.
Tex shrugged. “I’m just trying to figure it out. You know he’s gonna take care of her. It’s his kid. He isn’t about to just let her go. So, why not enjoy what he has?”
I wasn’t going to be able to let her go. The baby was my responsibility too. She couldn’t take care of herself, much less a baby. Did she even have a doctor?
“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” I admitted. “Trying to get over the shock at the moment.”
“That’s understandable,” Drifter said. “But, I mean, it’s like getting another chance. You didn’t get to raise Maddy. You’ll get to be in this kid’s life.”
I shook my head. “This isn’t the same thing. Madeline was Etta’s. Mine and Etta’s. I don’t even like the woman who is having my baby. I’m not moving her in my fucking house and playing family with her.”
“Well, I wouldn’t be against moving her into mine—”
I slammed the bottle down, shutting Tex up.
“Too soon?” he asked.
“Jesus, Tex, shut the fuck up,” Drifter told him.
I had to go talk to her. Telling her I was the father was pointless. She’d already known, or she’d been hoping I was and bluffing. It wasn’t like I could trust her.
“Why do you hate her so much?” Tex asked.
I wouldn’t be telling him or any of the others all she’d done in her past. Maybe it was stupid, but I couldn’t tell that shit to anyone. She was the mother of my unborn child. I might not like it, but I’d be damned if I let others think bad about her. She needed someone to take care of her, and it looked like my inability not to sink my dick into her had just given me that role.
16
Liberty
Without him saying a word, the moment he walked into the office, I knew the results were in. I stopped what I’d been working on for him and dropped my hands into my lap with a sigh.
“I see you got the call with the lab results,” I said, going ahead and laying it out there.
He smirked, and that surprised me. I hadn’t expected him to do anything remotely close to smiling.
“I sure did,” he replied with a slight slur to his speech.
I narrowed my eyes and studied him as he walked in, closing the door behind him.
“Guess we should talk about it. What we’re gonna do now,” he said, not sounding at all upset.
I glanced at the time on the computer screen. It wasn’t even twelve yet. Was he drunk?
“You don’t seem as bothered as I thought you’d be,” I pointed out.
Another curl of his lips. “You didn’t see me before I drank a fifth of Jack,” he said, then sank down into a chair across from the desk.
My eyebrows shot up. “You’re drunk?”
He shrugged. “More or less. I don’t know. Does it matter? I’ve got a thirty-one-year-old baby momma, and I’m so close to fifty that I can reach out and touch it.”
I sat there as he chuckled briefly before his eyes drifted down to my chest and stopped.
“You keep prancing around with those big tits bouncing, I’m gonna jerk your shirt up and suck on your fat nipples. Should be wearing a bra.”
I tensed as the nipples he was referring to hardened and a shiver ran through me.
He tilted his head and leaned forward, still looking at my boobs. “You liked that,” he said huskily. “They got pointy real damn quick.”
I swallowed as his heated gaze moved back up to my face.
“You trying to push me until I’m burying my cock in that tight cunt again? Is that why you aren’t wearing a bra? Making me look at them. Remembering how pretty they bounce, just like your ass.”
The tingle between my legs startled me. He was definitely drunk. What was wrong with me? Why was I reacting to this? He didn’t like me.
“I need bigger bras,” I said, hating that I sounded affected. “My others don’t fit.”
His tongue darted out as he licked his bottom lip, looking at my breasts again. “They were great before, but Tex is right; they’re fucking spectacular now. I bet they’d look even better with my cum dripping from them.”
I shifted in the seat as the tingle morphed into an ache. What was he doing to me? I had to snap out of this. The man didn’t really mean what he was saying.