Page 53 of Hendrix

“Did you really fuck her from behind while calling her Anna?”

I glanced at him sheepishly. “It was the only way I could get hard.”

He let out a snort. “Did you never look at her face?”

I took another pull of beer. “Let her suck me off once, but I had to pull my phone out and look at pictures of Anna while she did it. Do you have any clue what it’s like going three years with just one blow job to tide me over?”

Ice busted out a laugh.

“Let’s just say, I’d been thinking about taking Anna’s husband out for months just to eventually get my cock sucked again without having to pull my cell out and go for a trip down memory goddamned lane,” I muttered, taking another swig.

“Well, aren’t you just a peach,” a voice drawled sarcastically from behind me. “Who said chivalry was dead?”

I jumped a mile in the air, spilling my beer in the process. “What the fuck?” I exclaimed, wiping my mouth with my hand.

“You’re a pig,” Tristan declared.

“I was just fuckin’ around,” I told him defensively. “It’s just our banter.”

He sniffed haughtily. “Who’s the redhead?”

“Nobody who matters,” I shot back.

“It’ll matter to Anna,” he retorted.

“You mean Anna, who was married and is currently pregnant by another dude?” I rasped.

I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth, but I’d been wrestling with this since I discovered Anna was pregnant. I didn’t know how to feel. If I wanted Anna, I had to become a dad, and my head spun with it.

He curled his lip, looking me up and down like I was shit he’d stepped in. “Some things never change. Have you thought about the reason Anna married somebody else? Do you take any responsibility at all? It’s not like she didn’t give you a chance to stop it, but just like every other time you were offered a chance, you turned your back on her. What did you think she was gonna do, wait until you got your head out of your arrogant ass?” He shook his head disdainfully. “You’ve got a high opinion of yourself, which is more than I do right now. The world doesn’t owe you shit, and neither does Anna. I was gonna help you out with her, but now I’ve seen your shitty attitude firsthand, you can fuck right off. You don’t deserve her; you never did. Arrange to get her bags packed. She’s coming home with me on the first flight out.I’lllook after her and the boy.”

He went to spin around and stomp off, but I held a hand out to stop him. “I’m sorry.”

Tristan let out aharrumph. “Your temper tantrums need to stop. This isn’t a game. There’s going to be a baby involved soon, and if you want Anna, you need to come to terms with it and grow the fuck up. If you can’t do that, I can take it from here.”

The words dug deep like a blade in my chest.

If Tristan thought he’d take Anna from me after I’d just gotten her back, he was fucking crazy. I knew I was being a dick, but I just needed some time to get my head around everything. I also knew I needed to have a conversation with Anna and tell her where my head was at and what I expected from her, but I needed to be sure I could handle her baggage before I opened that particular door again.

My eyes drifted over his shoulder, expecting to see my woman at a table with Freya and Colt, but she was nowhere to be seen. “Where is she?”

“Freya’s taken her to your medical wing. They’re doing a scan to make sure everything’s okay with the baby. I’m heading down there now, except nobody told me where to go, and I don’t know my way around this place.” He looked around the bar, seemingly lost.

I downed my beer and slammed the bottle back on the bar. “Come on. We’ll both go.” I rubbed my hands together gleefully. “Let’s take a look at the little nipper.”

A look of panic flickered across his face. “Umm. I’m not sure that’s a good idea. You had your hands full of skank five minutes ago.” He leaned toward me and took a deep sniff. “I don’t want you around the baby. You may be contaminated.”

“He’s been fucking her for years,” Ice interjected drolly. “He’s definitely contaminated.”

Tristan’s face scrunched up in disgust.

“Thanks for that, brother,” I clipped, skewering Iceman with a glare.

He gave me a broad grin along with what I called his ‘Maverick alaTop Gun’ cocky-as-fuck wink. “Anytime, boss man. You better move your asses if you wanna see the rugrat. It’ll all be over by the time you get there.”

I clapped Tristan on the shoulder. “Time to hustle.”

He rolled his eyes and muttered, “Anna’s gonna kill me when I turn up with you in tow.”

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