Page 50 of Baby Maker

My smile slips. Does he mean us? The bride and groom? A generality for the day’s festivities?

For once, I’m not reading into it. “New beginnings.” Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Nadia leaning against the wall, her glare burning holes into me. “Did you two date?”

Keegan follows my gaze before offering a slight shrug. “I don’t know if you’d call it dating.”

“So you fucked?” There goes my jealousy meter again, careening into the red.

“I’d rather not talk about her. It was a minor tryst. It meant nothing.”

“Apparently, she doesn’t think so.” I swig back some more of my whiskey. “Were you with her last night?”

Those bright blue eyes widen as he sputters his drink. “No. God, no. I spent the night with my cousin, feeding him ginger ale and crackers. I had to ensure he made it to the ceremony today after drinking half the bar.”

The relief flows through my body like a cool breeze, my sigh audible. “When you didn’t come back to the room, I figured…” I let my words trail off, unsure how much I want to admit. But one glance at the searching expression on his face, and I know I have to get it off my chest. “Please don’t do that again. If we fight, please don’t just walk away.”

His fingers glide along my chin, a small smile on his lips. “I didn’t realize it bothered you. I figured you went back to sleep.”

“I did, after waiting ninety minutes for you to come back. I also woke up every thirty minutes or so, hoping you’d returned. I even scoped out the bar area, but you weren’t there.” With a tearful shrug, I take another sip from my glass. “I can’t fix it if we don’t talk.”

Keegan pulls me to his chest, enveloping me in an embrace. “I promise. I won’t do that again.”

I prop my chin on his chest, the beating of his heart a soothing rhythm. But across the room, one lovely bridesmaid is sending me optic daggers as I revel in Keegan’s arms. If Nadia was ticked off before, she’s at catfight levels now. “Blondie knows we’re together, right?”

“She knows you’re my date for the weekend. Why is Nadia bothering you so much?”

The whiskey has loosened my tongue, allowing all my secrets to slip by unbidden. “Because she wants you.”

“Question is, do you want me, Calli?” His tricky and talented hands slide along my waist, skimming down my thighs as he presses my body against the bar.

Do I want him? I’m damn near at implosion point. “How much longer do we have to stay?”

His eyes light with an inner fire, his hands tightening around me. “We can go now.”

“Thank God.”

Keegan deposits our drinks on the bar, gripping my hand and making a beeline for the exit. He punches the button on the elevator, his fingers caressing my palm as I try to maintain some semblance of balance.

Sorry, balance. Hormones are kicking your ass today.

The doors open, and I drag Keegan by the lapels into the empty elevator, barely managing to push our floor button before seizing his lips.

Our bodies are a tangle of activity, desperate to rip every piece of clothing from each other. He grabs my hips as I wind my legs around his waist, my skirt hiked up to very unladylike levels as he grinds against me.

Keegan fumbles in his pocket, pulling out the keycard but never loosening his grip on me. Hey, there have to be a few perks to being petite. The door beeps, and he kicks it shut behind him, but we don’t even make the bed.

My back hits the wall, my grip tightening around his waist as he frees himself with one hand. Reaching under my skirt, he tears the underwear from my body, his fingers finding their mark.

“You’re so wet, Calli.”

“I want you, Keegan.” I grind against his palm as he teases me open. “I need you.”

He glances toward the bed, but I grab his chin, returning that intense gaze to my face. “I need you now.”

Releasing a strangled groan, he buries himself in me as his mouth swallows any arguments.

I squeeze around him as he drives himself into me, our breath coming in harried pants. Again and again, he plunges inside me, my entire body lighting up as pleasure shoots through every cell.

He tangles a hand in my hair, our gazes holding as the sensations continue to build. Gasping with each measured thrust, I moan, lost in the moment. My brain can't hold on to any thought as the blinding feeling rips through me.

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