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McKinley is freaking awesome. She's got a sassy mouth and her accent makes my dick hard.
Add in the fact her boyfriend has made it well known he enjoys sharing, and yeah… I'm pretty sure I'm good and fucked. That asshole just had to put that thought into my head.
The only serious conversation we've had, I felt like he was taunting me the entire time.
Who the fuck wants to share if they don't have to?
Shaking my head, I blow out a breath.
Jude Walker is a few feet away, staring down McKinley like he's as miserable and confused as I am. He's obviously into her. It's easy enough to see.
Walker has no poker face and even less game, despite the fact women try to drop their panties any time he glances their direction. He's still a safe bet for McKinley.
Walker would never have a pregnant baby mama and flirt with someone else.
I ignore the fact it's pretty much a guarantee since, I've never actually seen him with a chick or a guy for that matter.
I've worked with Walker for six months. Whenever we go out for a beer he shuts down anyone who hits on him, and that's on the rare occasion he actually notices it's happening. He isn’t affected by omega perfume in the least, and he never checks people out.
Still. It counts. My point is valid.
Walker wouldn't hit on someone else in front of someone who cared about him. He's too considerate for all that.
I also really like the fact I've never had to worry about him being distracted while we work.
Which is no longer true.
I roll my eyes, scoffing as the blond guy with Dexter blushes.
What the fuck is wrong with Dexter Clark?
You do not pull this shit when you have a good woman baking your kid.
Hell, even if there's only a fifty percent chance, youdon'tdisrespect the mother of your child that way. I don't care if it's a done deal or not.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I roll my neck. Damn, maybe I'm archaic? Nah, fuck that. I don't care if I'm ten years older than they are.
It seems like common damn courtesy not to be hitting on someone else when the chick who could be carrying your baby is literally ten feet away.
McKinley's face was red and blotchy when she came out of the bathroom. It makes itreallyhard not to fuck Dexter up.
Dex catches me glaring at him, andhe smirks.
This motherfucker actually has the audacity to smirk at me while pulling this shit…
He really does want that face of his rearranged.
I take a few steps toward him.
"You're just asking to get punched in the throat," I growl, scowling.
The blond in cowboy boots gasps, taking a few steps back. Smart move.
Maybe there's hope for him yet.
"Um, what the fuck, dude?" Dex asks, frowning as I drag him a few feet away to the back wall of the bar.
"Like you don't fucking know," I hiss in his face.
