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Cope stands up. “The baby is mine.”
And with those words, he storms off.
My dad curses and Bryan laughs.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“He told me ‘nice work,’” Cope says, disgust in his voice. “As though breaking up an engagement by knocking up the bride-to-be is something to be proud of. Then, he rolled out the door with his suitcase. London can have him.”
I snort. “Well, at least we’ll have the weekend to ourselves. I sure as hell am not going home where I can listen to my dad bitch about how weak I am for letting you steal my fiancée.”
“Sorry,” he grumbles. “I didn’t think. I just didn’t want them pushing you into that marriage. Especially considering it’s not your kid.”
“It’s not yours either.”
“But my dad isn’t forcing me to marry Leah. I had to take one for the team.” He sighs and rolls toward me on the bed. “I hate that I probably made things worse with you and Jason.”
“Dad’s going to be a dick either way. At least this way there won’t be any wedding bells.”
His fingers trail between my pectorals, making my nipples harden with anticipation. Anytime Cope touches me, my mind and body go wild with exhilaration. I’ve wanted this type of connection with him for a long time. To finally have him is the best feeling in the world.
“You think Leah’s getting all kinds of shit right now?” he asks, his eyes fixated on the flesh over my heart. He keeps stroking a pattern as though he’s following a picture there I can’t see.
“Oh yeah,” I rumble. “Your dad bailed after you. Then, the mayor and the police commissioner. I guess whatever business was to be done got shelved for another date. But I had to sit there and listen to my dad bitch out Leah and her parents once it was just our two families. About what a mockery of his son they’d made. Leah was a whore. Yadda, yadda, yadda.”
Cope’s blue eyes burn into mine. “Poor Leah.”
“Don’t worry,” I assure him. “I defended my ‘fiancée’s’ honor, much to Dad’s fury. Gil flat out asked my dad if this engagement was over. Not me or Leah, because it never was about us. I could tell Gil wanted an out.”
“Jason didn’t give him one?”
I roll my eyes. “What do you think? Dad sees it as a weakness. Something to use against Gil now. So he said the engagement was still on. When they got into a bitchfit over a prenup, I grabbed Leah and took her outside.” I let out a heavy sigh. “Max better step up and take care of that baby.”
“He fucking better,” Cope growls. “Leah deserves someone who isn’t just going to fuck and run.” His palm slides to my ass and he pulls us until our fronts meet. He settles his large hand on my ass in a possessive way that makes my dick throb to life. “You still have to pretend?”
I groan. “For now.”
“I don’t like seeing her attached to you. Like you’re hers,” he murmurs, his lips whispering over mine. “You’re mine.” His hand slides to my front and down the front of my boxers. When he grabs my dick, I hiss in pleasure.
“You going to parade me around the school with your hand around my dick?” I taunt and then nip at his bottom lip. I reach into his boxers and grab his cock too, loving the sounds hissing from him.
“Yeah,” he says, smiling against my lips, his hand stroking me in that lazy way of his that maddens me. “I’m going to walk around the school with this perfect dick in my hand so that fucking Dante and Liam and all the other gay fuckers know who you’re fucking.”
His words thrill me, but I know it’s just dirty talk. We can’t come out and be a normal gay couple. All hell would break loose. Mainly with our dads. They definitely can’t find out. At least not any time soon. Once we’re out from under their thumbs, then we can do whatever the hell we want.
“Come by the shop soon. I’m ready to ink you up,” Cope says, his lips stealing a kiss from mine. He lets go of my dick to run what feels like an infinity pattern over my heart. “Here. Will you let me ink you here?”
“I’ll let you do anything,” I growl, stroking him harder and firmer. “As long as you touch my dick again. Fuck me and jack me off.”
His blue eyes darken. “About that…”
I freeze at his words. We’ve been having sex for a few weeks now. Every time he slides into my ass, I swear I go to heaven and back. It’s insane and fucking amazing. Nearly every day his dick makes its way inside of me.
And now what?
He seems troubled. Unsure. Afraid.
“What?” I urge, my brows furrowing with worry.
