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It would take a very special person to hold Dexter's attention for longer than a few weeks. For growing up so similarly, Issac and Dexter couldn't be more different. Two guys, best friends, and yet they're at completely different places in their lives.
"I need to pee," I tell Issac softly. Mostly, I need a minute to get my emotions under control.
Issac tips my head up to his for a dirty kiss that has his cock throbbing under me. I gasp for air as we pull back. There's not a whole lot of room left for my lungs these days. Issac's huge tattooed hand tenderly caresses my face.
"Guess we have to grow up sometime," he says, chuckling. "I remember the days you used to drag me off for a bathroom quickie. Now you're desperate to find a bathroom for a completely different reason." He grins against my shoulder, sounding quite satisfied with himself.
Life will be so much easier if the baby is Issac's.
"Hey, that's on you, buddy," I say, giving him a quick kiss on his jaw. "It's all fun and games until the stick has two lines."
Issac laughs against my shoulder. "I wouldn't change a thing, Baby Love." He waves someone over as I'm trying to push myself off his lap.
Vince Riggs stands over me, offering me his hands when he sees me struggling. The feeling of his rough skin on mine surprises me, but it shouldn't.
Riggs is very much a manly man. The type who can change a tire or disassemble and reassemble a gun quicker than you can watch a help video.
"I'll go with her," Riggs says to Issac.
"Thanks, man," Issac rumbles.
Riggs gently grips my hips, twisting so he can go ahead of me. Anytime anyone gets too close, he curves protectively around my front.
My friend Kitten has a stalker. Jude Walker and Vince Riggs are part of her security team. Maybe it's part of his job, I'm not really sure, but he sure does block all the people from getting anywhere near my personal space.
He probably should be keeping an eye on Kitten rather than following me to the restroom, but I'm not going to complain.
Riggs leads the way, and I follow. He's broad-chested, with wide shoulders and a trim waist. He's much thicker than Jude Walker or Dex, but people sure do move out of his way better than they would mine.
Riggs has to be Italian or Greek. One of those heritages where you get the dark olive complexion. He has dark tan skin, short brown hair, and dark eyes. He always has a five o'clock shadow no matter the time of day.
We're nearly to the end of the hallway, when Riggs stops abruptly. He spins around, looming over me with a look on his face that I don't recognize.
It seems like a combination of anger and… pain?
That can't be right.
He growls, shaking his head. "Why do you let him get away with that shit?"
Crossing my arms over my chest, I stare up at him.
"Who?" I ask petulantly.
"Who the fuck do you think?" He scoffs. "Dexter Clark."
I frown, staring down toward the floor. Only, my belly is so big I can't even see my feet anymore.
"It's not like that with us," I say, glancing away.
Riggs makes a pained sound. "You said once it might be his baby." He gives me a look like he's not falling for that bullshit.
Mostly, I didn't think through what I said. I was trying to distract him for Kitten after the fairgrounds show.
Riggs can be quite pushy. He invited himself right on in and was about to see stuff he shouldn't, so I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
Something I'd been pondering that day anyhow.
I'd hoped it would scare him off.
