age-old trope about the younger woman wanting her older brother’s friend.
Yet, I never got the guy.
Now I was hitting twenty-nine, wasn’t married, and had no kids; I was in a damn rut.
The truth was there were plenty of times I’d gone for runs in town, or just gone shopping and I’d see families, mothers with their children, newborns crying, babies giggling, and ache to have that in my life.
I was twenty-nine years old, for God’s sake, and not getting any younger. My biological clock was ticking, and I wanted to be a mother.
But I didn’t want to get knocked up just for the sake of being a mother, and certainly not by some guy I’d just met.
“You want to hang with me, Eva, spend some time together?” His voice was low, coaxing even. “How about I hear you say it?” The rough timbre had this shiver skating up my spine.
No, there was one person I’d always wanted—secretly loved, too—but I knew being anything with Dex was never going to happen.
I knew damn well I was never going to be his. I would never have gorgeous babies with him … and damn, would his babies be beautiful.
I tried to clear my thoughts, but yeah, it was no use, especially not when he was right in front of me.
I thought about how Dex acted all interested in me. As much as I wanted to play it cool and act like it didn’t affect me … it sure as hell did.
“Yes, I want to spend some time with you.” There, I said it. It felt good to admit it, actually.
“Good. That’s real good, Eva.” He grinned again. “I’ll be waiting for you outside when you get off.”
I felt my cheeks heat as I thought of all kinds of dirty things when he said “Get off.”
For some reason, this felt like I was playing with fire, but hell, I didn’t mind getting burned.
2
Dex
I ’d just gone all in here, and I didn’t know how in the fuck I was going to get Eva to agree to be mine and have my baby. I wanted her like a fiend, and I sure as hell knew she wanted me. She kept zoning in and out there when we were talking, and I wondered if she was thinking dirty shit about me … like I was of her.
I leaned back against my sixty-nine Mustang, my arms crossed over my chest, and my focus on the two drunken assholes standing by the front entrance. They were loud and obnoxious as fuck, and hearing the lewd comments they were tossing out at the women who were leaving was starting to piss me off.
I might have a reputation in town as being a bad boy, and gotten into plenty of trouble when I was younger, but I sure as fuck didn’t disrespect women.
And then there she was, her focus on her purse as she rummaged through it. I was about to push off the car and walk toward her, but I froze, every muscle in my body tightening when one of the drunken fuckers approached her.
“Hey, baby. You served me drinks tonight, remember?”
“Unfortunately, I do.” She didn’t even look up as she responded.
I had to smile. My girl was hard as nails and didn’t take any shit when the time called for it.
“Hey, you’re acting like a little bi—”
She lifted her head then, and the guy stopped speaking. If her stare could kill a man, he would have been in the ground already. “Watch it, asshole.”
I could have let her handle it, but the truth was I wanted to be the man that stepped in and took care of his woman.
And she will be my woman.
But, even if I didn’t want her as mine, I wouldn’t have let any bastard speak to a woman like that. I moved toward the pricks, and just when the asshole opened his mouth again, I pulled Eva back behind me. She made this small sound, maybe from shock, or maybe in protest. I didn’t care at the moment, though. I was in fight mode; whether it actually came down to that or not remained to be seen.
“What were you about to say to my woman?” I said through clenched teeth. The fuckers reeked of alcohol, and as they cocked their heads back to look into my face, I couldn’t help but feel that predatory sense rise up
Yet, I never got the guy.
Now I was hitting twenty-nine, wasn’t married, and had no kids; I was in a damn rut.
The truth was there were plenty of times I’d gone for runs in town, or just gone shopping and I’d see families, mothers with their children, newborns crying, babies giggling, and ache to have that in my life.
I was twenty-nine years old, for God’s sake, and not getting any younger. My biological clock was ticking, and I wanted to be a mother.
But I didn’t want to get knocked up just for the sake of being a mother, and certainly not by some guy I’d just met.
“You want to hang with me, Eva, spend some time together?” His voice was low, coaxing even. “How about I hear you say it?” The rough timbre had this shiver skating up my spine.
No, there was one person I’d always wanted—secretly loved, too—but I knew being anything with Dex was never going to happen.
I knew damn well I was never going to be his. I would never have gorgeous babies with him … and damn, would his babies be beautiful.
I tried to clear my thoughts, but yeah, it was no use, especially not when he was right in front of me.
I thought about how Dex acted all interested in me. As much as I wanted to play it cool and act like it didn’t affect me … it sure as hell did.
“Yes, I want to spend some time with you.” There, I said it. It felt good to admit it, actually.
“Good. That’s real good, Eva.” He grinned again. “I’ll be waiting for you outside when you get off.”
I felt my cheeks heat as I thought of all kinds of dirty things when he said “Get off.”
For some reason, this felt like I was playing with fire, but hell, I didn’t mind getting burned.
2
Dex
I ’d just gone all in here, and I didn’t know how in the fuck I was going to get Eva to agree to be mine and have my baby. I wanted her like a fiend, and I sure as hell knew she wanted me. She kept zoning in and out there when we were talking, and I wondered if she was thinking dirty shit about me … like I was of her.
I leaned back against my sixty-nine Mustang, my arms crossed over my chest, and my focus on the two drunken assholes standing by the front entrance. They were loud and obnoxious as fuck, and hearing the lewd comments they were tossing out at the women who were leaving was starting to piss me off.
I might have a reputation in town as being a bad boy, and gotten into plenty of trouble when I was younger, but I sure as fuck didn’t disrespect women.
And then there she was, her focus on her purse as she rummaged through it. I was about to push off the car and walk toward her, but I froze, every muscle in my body tightening when one of the drunken fuckers approached her.
“Hey, baby. You served me drinks tonight, remember?”
“Unfortunately, I do.” She didn’t even look up as she responded.
I had to smile. My girl was hard as nails and didn’t take any shit when the time called for it.
“Hey, you’re acting like a little bi—”
She lifted her head then, and the guy stopped speaking. If her stare could kill a man, he would have been in the ground already. “Watch it, asshole.”
I could have let her handle it, but the truth was I wanted to be the man that stepped in and took care of his woman.
And she will be my woman.
But, even if I didn’t want her as mine, I wouldn’t have let any bastard speak to a woman like that. I moved toward the pricks, and just when the asshole opened his mouth again, I pulled Eva back behind me. She made this small sound, maybe from shock, or maybe in protest. I didn’t care at the moment, though. I was in fight mode; whether it actually came down to that or not remained to be seen.
“What were you about to say to my woman?” I said through clenched teeth. The fuckers reeked of alcohol, and as they cocked their heads back to look into my face, I couldn’t help but feel that predatory sense rise up
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