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She looks pissed before turning to get in the passenger seat and slamming the door shut. I’m about to round the front of the car to get in on the driver side when she gets out to look at me again. “First, your doctor is Hayley and if she’s touching you in that way, I think we have bigger problems afoot. Second, he’s been there for me most of this pregnancy, something I can’t say for others involved.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? It’s kinda hard to be there for someone when they didn’t even know about the pregnancy to begin with,” I say, pulling the driver side door open and getting in the car.

She plops down in the passenger seat, turning herself to face the window. I pull up to the curb of her apartment building, completely ignoring the fact we had plans to go shopping today. She climbs out of the car to look back at me as I don’t move from my seat.

“Aren’t you coming up?” she asks, pressing her lips into a firm line.

I should go with her. Apologize for that ridiculous display of jealousy, but I can’t. I’m too fired up. Instead of caving, I don’t look at her and say, “I forgot I have something to do.” She slams the door to my SUV.

I don’t wait for her to reach her door, I put my car into drive and pull away from the curb and head to the nearest bar. I find a parking space and walk in, taking a seat toward the back so no one will recognize me. I order a beer and take a swig as soon as it’s set in front of me.

How could she think that anything that so-called doctor is doing is professional? The moment he walked into the room, he was practically eye fucking her. It didn’t help that she didn’t even tell him I was the father of her child. She just introduced me as Channing Halloway from the Skipjacks. Come on. How is he supposed to know you’re taken when you don’t even say I’m your baby daddy?

Okay, that doesn’t sound good either. But she could have at least said something so the prick could keep his hands, eyes and dick away from her. Yup, that’s going to be a thing I fix as soon as I get my shit together.

I finish my beer before placing a twenty on the bar. Walking back to my car I contemplate whether I should just go back to my place for the night or go to Cassidy. Before I even make up my mind, my car is parked in front of her apartment building. I walk toward the door just as another resident is leaving the building. I catch the door before it closes and press the elevator button.

I step in and stand to the side as it takes me to her floor. Stepping out, I stop right in front of her door and raise my hand to knock, but it flings open before I get a chance. Cassidy is standing in front of me, wearing a pair of gray sweats with her hair in a messy bun. Her eyes are rimmed red as she stares at me.

“I hate you, you know that,” she says, as she wipes her nose with that back of her hand. “But I love you too much to hate you.”

I step toward her, pulling her to me, her warm tears soaking my chest. Backing her into her apartment, I use my foot to kick her door shut. Looking up at me, she moves halfway to me as my mouth meets hers. We move our heads to the side to deepen the kiss.

It’s right here, right now that I know I’ll never let her go.

Chapter 21

Cassidy

He runs his finger down my bottom lip before leaning down for another kiss. My mind completely goes blank as my fingertips dig into his hips.

“God, I don’t think I’ve ever been so jealous of a pair of sweatpants right now,” he grits as he nips, kisses, and sucks his way down my neck.

“Stop talking.”

My hands move to the hem of his shirt as I pull it over his head. My hand roams his hard chest, brushing across his abs before reaching the waistband of his pants. “Fuck,” he grits out as I pop the button on his jeans. “Cassidy,” he mutters as he grips my wrists, stopping me from removing his pants. “You’re killing me, baby. Slow.”

“Fuck slow,” I say, my mouth meeting his again. “We’re way past slow, Channing. If you haven’t noticed by now—” I say, kissing his jaw. “I’m carrying your child.” I lick his bottom lip before biting it. “And I’m fucking horny. So, you’re either going to fuck me, or I will go find—”

I don’t even get to finish the sentence as he drops his pants, kicking them to the side before gripping the back of my thighs. Picking me up, I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to my bedroom. Gently laying me down on my back before devouring my mouth once again. I sit up on the bed as he moves to stand at the base. I watch as he slides his black boxers down his thick, muscular legs before pulling my sweatshirt over my head, exposing my bump.

He brings his lips to the nape of my neck, kissing it as he guides me to my back. His hands grip the side of my sweatpants, slowly pulling them down to expose my bare pussy. “Seriously?” he grits out. “You’re completely bare down here?”

I roll my eyes. “I was planning ahead,” I joke with him.

“Planning for me to come back with my tail between my legs and apologize. Then ravish you even after I said I wanted to go slow?” he retorts, and I can’t help but laugh aloud.

“Seriously, would you stop talking and fuck me already?” I say, growing impatient. “I’m pregnant and horny, and I haven’t been able to get the release I need since finding out I was pregnant,” I say, hooking my ankle behind his legs and pulling him toward me.

“You know they make toys to help out with that?” he says, now laughing aloud at my annoyance.

“Just shut up and give me your dick,” I say, crashing my mouth on his as his cock rubs along my wet slit.

His head dips down, his mouth finding my nipple sucking it into his mouth. His teeth gently tug on the swollen bud, and his tongue circles around it. My back arches off the bed as I moan out in pleasure. I feel his hands tighten around my ankles before he moves off the bed, gently pulling me along with him so I’m near the edge.

“So wet for me,” he grits out as he rubs his cock up and down my wet slit.

He lines his cock at my slick entrance before thrusting in, his mouth meeting mine as we both moan out in pleasure. It’s a funny thing—chemistry, that is. You could spend your whole life searching for that one person who feels like your missing piece. I thought I had with Vince. Yet, here with Channing, I know I was wrong. What Channing and I have in the bedroom is explosive. It’s always been that way since the moment we first met.

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