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Luckily for both of us, a few girls, smaller than me, probably cheerleaders join the group. “Devon. Are you okay? We heard you and your girlfriend broke up. It’s her loss.”
He tips the brown bottle, and nods but by the way his eyes fall, he believes it’s his loss, not hers.
I feel bad for turning him down, but I’m not interested in dating. I’m here for one reason. Well, two. One is to have an orgasm that isn’t self-induced and two, to make Lettie happy. Once in a while, my best friend deserves a friend who will be her wingwoman.
Everyone is nice enough. They make eye contact with me while talking but when they’re all engaged in conversation about parties and fraternities, I slip from the group. “Hey, I’m just going to walk around. I see a girl from my theatre class. I’ll find you later.” I’m lying, but it’s a good excuse.
Attracting guys in high school and my first year in college was never a problem. But I haven’t met many people since moving here. I go to class, work, and home to take care of Caleb, so I don’t feel like I have much in common with anyone.
I stare into the fire, wishing I could be like everyone else. Get drunk and be free. Never would I trade Caleb for any of this, but I wish I could have it all. Have a few experiences so when he’s grown, I can give him advice.
When my drink is empty, I walk over to get another one and see the guy with the rugged voice sitting in a hammock with a pregnant girl. He pats her knee and then lies back. Yeah, that’s why he’s not having fun. He’s gotten a girl pregnant and is feeling trapped. Just like all guys, he wants to dip his stick uncovered but then can’t handle the consequences. Actually, I didn’t give Caleb’s father a choice. I never told him he had a son.
Maybe I should talk to the pregnant girl and give someone the support I needed. And tell him that his little baby will be the highlight of his life.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I trod up the hill to the hammocks. The fireball shots have kicked in, and I’m feeling bold. I can meet new people without showing them one hundred pictures of Caleb.
Her hair is brown with blond edges, and she looks familiar. “Hey, I have water in my purse if you want it.”
“Thanks, but my boyfriend set up a feeding station for me.” She laughs and points to the table that says non-alcoholic. “Here he comes.”
Oh, so rugged man isn’t her boyfriend or the baby daddy.
A massive, beautiful man takes a few strides and pulls her hand until she’s standing. Gleaming medium-length blond hair and a lights-out smile. He cuddles her in his embrace. She looks to be six to seven months pregnant. She’s tall, not round like I was.
“Hey, Princess. Sorry it took me so long to get over here.”
She peers up at him. “No worries. I had company,” she says, peeking over her shoulder at the guy with brooding eyes and tight jeans stretched across his crotch. Good God, why am I thinking about this bulge in his pants?
“Has he protected my girls?”
Brooding-eyes guy doesn’t lift up but squawks, “Always, I knew her first.”
As I stare at the couple, I realize who they are. “You’re Logan and Harper.” My voice an octave higher than normal like I’m meeting the king and queen of England. “I knew you looked familiar. You two are so cute.”
The voice from the hammock says, “Aren’t they? Logan’s fucking whipped.”
“You would be too if you had the love of your life carrying your baby.” Logan pauses, kissing Harper gently. “Let’s get you some food.”
What I would give to have someone love me and my baby boy like that. The way he looks at her, the gentleness in his eyes, but it was the possessive way he held her as they walked away that made jealousy lick at my spine. The perfect combination. I’ll never be so lucky. No one wants a girl who has a kid.
Not knowing how to proceed, I drop myself onto the hammock beside the glowering individual, causing my pineapple seltzer to spill onto his snug black shirt. While I can't make out his abdominal muscles, there isn't a trace of fat on his physique.
“Whoa, if you want me naked, just ask.”
Naked? Yeah, sign me up.
Chapter Three
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Her breath hitches and fuck if it isn’t the most beautiful inhale of air I’ve ever heard. And believe me, there have been plenty of breathy gasps in my ears.
“Umm, I’m so sorry.”
She tries to sit up, but I grab her wrist to keep her lying down. Even through her thick cable-knit sweater, I feel a pulsing current flowing through me, and a low chuckle escapes my mouth. “I’ve had many drinks spilled on me. Most of them on purpose.”
Without turning to look at me or pulling away, she asks, “Why? Are you a bad guy?”
