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I looked at her and said, “What’s the greasiest, fattiest thing you’ve got?”
“Um… well, we have our double cheeseburger and fries… uh… I can add bacon to the burger and add chili and cheese on the fries?”
“That sounds like a heart attack on a plate. Bring me that.”
The server chuckled and walked away with our orders. My tears were fully spent, but after all the crying, I had a splitting headache. Emily looked stunned by all the information, but not judgmental, which was a relief.
“Harley, that’s a lot to deal with. I know you said you didn’t want an abortion, what about giving the baby up for adoption?”
The thought of my child out in the world, being raised by someone else, never knowing me or his sisters, offended me more than I thought it would.
“Absolutely not. This is my child. I will raise it,” I snapped.
“No, I’m sorry, I was giving you options. You seemed so distraught and torn up about the whole situation.”
“Sorry, I know you’re trying to help. I could never do that to a child I birthed. I’m so close with my daughters, and the thought of losing the closeness I could have with another child is too much to imagine. I’m just so alone.”
Emily leaned forward and took my hand again. “You are not alone. I understand it must be overwhelming, but I’m here. I know we just met, but I think we were meant to cross paths. I want to help any way I can.”
New tears tried to well in my eyes as I smiled. “Thank you. I really needed a friend. I’m glad I met you, Emily. You could have brushed me off as some crazy lady crying on the street. You have no idea how grateful I am that you took the time with me.”
Emily squeezed my hand. “Girl, I got you.”
The lunch was fantastic. My hunger had returned by the time the food got to us, and I devoured the burger and chili fries. After I’d wept like a baby, it tasted like the best thing I’d ever put in my mouth. By the time we were done, I felt a thousand times better. Outside, I hugged Emily and passed her my phone number.
She typed it into her phone. “I’ll text you soon. Maybe we can get together again?”
“I would love that,” I said, then headed to my car.
Driving home, my mood was much improved from what it had been when I’d left for the doctor. I felt so much better that when I saw Tate in his yard as I pulled in, I didn’t even feel the urge to cry. That was a win in my book. I parked and checked my email on my phone before getting out of the car. Casually glancing up, I saw Tate watering his garden. My gaze lingered on
him as he moved the hose back and forth across the flowers in the bed. He was as lean and muscled as he had been the last time I’d seen him. He must work out like a maniac.
Without realizing it, my gaze started sliding up and down across his body. Before long, the pregnancy hormones running roughshod through my body sent my mind to a place I didn’t want it to go. It was easy to remember how it had felt to slide my hands across the muscled back as he thrust into me.
I blinked, and the horny thoughts morphed into irritation. Without thinking, I was out of my car and walking toward him. There was enough time for me to ask myself what the hell I was doing before I stepped up onto his lawn.
He glanced up, surprised, and nodded to me. “Hey.”
“Hey? Do you even own a shirt? Christ, I’ve got young impressionable girls over there. Do you think it’s appropriate for them to see you walking around half naked?”
Instead of answering me right away, he went back to watering his flowers. He did that for several seconds before turning the hose off and looking at me.
“This is my house. I own it, and the land it sits on. If I want to sit on my porch butt ass naked and drink a beer, I will.”
My mouth dropped open. The thought was horrifying. At least I told myself that even as my body betrayed me, and there was a warm tingle between my legs. Keeping myself composed, I went to speak again, but he cut me off before I could start.
“Don’t worry,” he said, giving me a placating look. “I’m not an exhibitionist or a nudist. I wouldn’t do something like that with kids around. Give me
some credit.” Tate looked at me and grinned slyly. “Now, if you wanted to see me naked again, I think we could work something out.”
The tingle between my legs turned into a pulse, and I hated the way my body reacted to him. His eyes smoldered and burned into me. Tate was looking at me differently than he had the last
time we’d spoken. It was almost like he could read my thoughts. He stepped forward and brushed his fingers across my arm. Trying to hide a pleasurable shudder, I stepped back and turned to walk away.
“Just remember your shirt next time, Tate,” I called over my shoulder as I hurried back home. I didn’t trust myself to stay that close to him.
He called to me as I mounted the porch steps. “Come knock if you ever change your mind.”
Closing the door behind myself, I leaned against it and took a deep breath. I was fucking horny. I’d wanted him so bad. After everything that had happened, all he’d done and said, I still wanted to fuck him. What was wrong with me? My skin was on fire. I needed to cool down, and get my mind off what I was thinking about. I needed a cold shower. It would cool me, and maybe extinguish my libido.
In my room, I stripped my clothes off and jumped into an ice cold shower. My breath caught in my chest as I adjusted to the freezing temperature. But even as I put my head under the cold spray, the same thoughts flipped through my head like a picture book. I suffered the cold as long as I could before cranking the knob back to warm. In seconds, steaming hot water coursed over me. I shivered at the change in temperature.
Still, the thoughts persisted. The way his tongue had felt inside me, his strong hands kneading my breasts. I let my fingers glide up my skin and gently pinched my nipples. A deep sigh escaped my lips as I circled my nipples, the skin puckering and getting firm. I thought of Tate’s throbbing dick brushing against my clit before he slid into me. My pussy was wet just from remembering it.
My right hand grazed across my stomach and then across the hair between my legs. I could feel the heat there. I let out a trembling breath, and for an instant, I tried to talk myself out of
it, but my body’s needs overwhelmed my mind’s hesitation. As I caressed my clit, my breath caught in my throat. The small bud was engorged and more sensitive than it had ever been. I circled it, still imagining Tate fucking me.