Aside from a positive DNA test, I wanted nothing more last night than to be hearing her yell, “Yes, Grayson, yes!” while I was buried to the hilt in her wet pussy.
Instead, I spent another Friday night with a bottle of lotion, my hand, and dirty thoughts of Caroline.
What made it even worse was Kyle, the night nanny, caught me with my ear to the wall and asked if I was okay.
I wasn’t okay.
I’m not okay.
I may never be okay again until I can fuck Caroline Bell.
Which I can’t do because I can’t risk an unplanned pregnancy and I fucked it up anyway by kissing her and then basically shoving her away.
Then sending her flowers as an apology, followed immediately by a cryptic text that I got the DNA results back.
Who the fuck does that?
Me.
The world’s biggest idiot.
But it was torture last night thinking about Caroline coming hard at the hands—or cocks or tongues—of James and Cas. Not because she doesn’t deserve the pleasure, because she does, but because it could have been me.
I also know she spent the night because I heard the three of them talking and laughing as they walked down the hallway this morning. When I glanced out my peephole, James had his arm around her and she was smiling ear to ear, the smile of a woman who has been well fucked. Cas was walking backward toward the elevator, like he couldn’t resist looking at both of them, an easy grin on his face.
They were probably going to breakfast. After sex and sleeping draped all over each other and waking up to morning cuddles and kisses and…
“Grayson! Are you even listening?”
I have completely forgotten my mom is still on the phone.
“Mom—
I’m saved from having to defend myself by a knock on my door. Frowning, I glance toward it. It’s noon and no one can access this floor unless they’re buzzed in.
Or it’s James or Cas.
Or Caroline, because I sent her a text that I had the DNA results. I should have texted again, but I called my mom right away, immediately wanting to have Evelyn back in my arms before I opened the envelope.
“I’ll call you back, Mom, thanks. Bye.”
I hit the end button on my screen and head to my door. A glance through the peephole shows that it is James and Cas. And Caroline.
She’s in front, looking worried. Her brow is furrowed and her fist is raised to knock again. “Coming,” I say, then regret that choice of words.
I open the door. “Hi.”
“Grayson, are you okay? What did the results say?” Caroline rushes forward, forcing me to step back and let them all enter the apartment.
“I haven’t opened them yet.”
She stops and shoots me a look of censure. “What? Oh my God, you had me so worried! We bolted out of brunch when you didn’t respond to me.”
“Did you text me back? Sorry, I was on the phone with my mother.”
“Where’s Evelyn?” she demands.
“With my mother. At the zoo in Charleston.”
