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I step up behind her and wrap my arms around her. My hands rest just above her stomach, like I’m holding everything beneath my fingers.

I kiss her neck, needing, wanting to taste every inch of her. She makes a satisfied moan.

“We don’t have time to fuck.”

I grin. “There’s always time to fuck, baby.”

My hand slips into her shorts and she gasps as my fingers stroke through her slick heat. “Rhys.”

Fuck, I love when she says my name like that. That breathy little moan makes my cock hard as steel.

She rides my fingers like a goddess. Her skin stretches over her knuckles as she clings to the counter. I know exactly how to unravel her, and she comes whimpering my name. I hold her up, her legs like noodles as she breathes through her climax and I want to crawl into her skin.

All I can do is bury my nose in her neck. The smell of her arousal and the light sheen of sweat on her skin is intoxicating. My lips press to skin where her camisole strap hangs off one shoulder.

“That was nice,” she murmurs, and I kiss her shoulder.

I arch a brow, my ego a little bruised. “Nice?”

“Good,” she laughs. “Fantastic. Do you want me to rate you out of ten?”

I snort and pull my hand out of her shorts. Her eyes are dazed when she turns to face me. Her skin is flushed, her chest heaving.

Fuck, what if that hurt the kid?

And all thought of giving her space evaporates.

“Shit, I didn’t even think. Is the baby okay… with what we did?”

The change isn’t subtle. Her spine straightens. The shutters come down. No smiles, not even the one she gives me when I say something stupid.

“Baby?” she scoffs. “What makes you think there’s a baby?” There’s an edge to her voice now. Sharp like the edge of a blade. My shoulders tense in response.

“I found the test.”

She steps back to grab the mug off the counter. She may as well have thrown a wall between us.

What the fuck is happening?

Cold spreads through my veins as she gives me her back and the buzz dies.

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” she says finally.

“So, it is yours? We’re having a baby?” I clutch that hope like a lifeline.

Kendall laughs. It’s an ugly sound, and one I’ve never heard from her. “No, Rhys. We’re not.”

There’s a sinking sensation in my stomach at the finality of her words, at the tone that dismisses everything. “What the hell does that mean?”

She turns to face me, and I don’t know who this woman is in front of me. It’s not my Kendall. There’s ice in her eyes and scorn on the lips I’ve kissed more times than I can count.

“What exactly do you think this is between us?” Her lips tug into a cruel smile before I can answer. “Oh, please don’t tell me you’ve caught feelings.”

The ground is unsteady beneath me. My legs are unstable when the pressure in my head becomes crushing. Her words don’t make sense, but they land like bullets anyway.

“You’re in my bed, on the back of my bike?—”

Kendall cuts me off with another one of those cruel laughs. “Please. I don’t care about your little biker rules. But I thought we were on the same page. This was just fucking. Nothing more.”

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