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Chapter

Nineteen

Burkeley

I watched McKay fiddle with her hands on the table while we waited for the waiter to bring my card so we could leave. Even though it had only been forty minutes since we’d agreed to take our relationship to the next level, the strain of my dick against my pants had me feeling like it had been forever.

“We don’t have to stop for the shake.” Her voice broke me out of my head and had me putting my eyes on hers.

I still couldn’t believe we had made it to this point without breaking her rule because one thing Tino had been right about, I wasn’t leaving too much room for anyone else to come in. No. I didn’t have a plan outside of just wooing her until she fell for me naturally, but this was better. This was on McKay’s terms, no matter if it was just for this fuck ass arrangement. I was moving into a more permanent territory within her life, all with her unknown help. No sex wasn’t the cure-all to get McKay to fall in love, but I was hoping our moments would awaken something deep inside her for me.

What if she really is one of those people who can remove emotions from sex, BK?

I glanced at her, reading her body language like I had been doing for the better part of the night since she’d brought up this whole add-on bonus. Even if she didn’t love me yet, I knew McKay had to feel something. And that was all I needed.

No matter how hard she tried, I was going to break her down, just like she had done me.

“Are you sure? I still have it on my mind.” The waiter came back just as she nodded.

“Yes, I’m sure. I’m just ready to lay down.” She rubbed her belly and I truly couldn’t tell if it was code or if Peanut had really tired her out.

She changed her mind, BK. She doesn’t want you for real, ’member?

That was my first thought. And I hated that it made me feel insecure that fast. I had never felt this way when it came to a woman changing her mind.

“Okay.” That was all I said as I did my best to tuck my hurt feelings. I was up now, extending my hand to help her up, grabbing her jacket to help her put it on, then putting mine on.

Once we were outside and I had her safely in the passenger seat, McKay spoke again.

“Your place, BK.” I frowned slightly as I looked over at her now wearing a sly smirk.

“Wait, I thought?—

“Thought what? I haven’t changed my mind. I said I was ready to lay down. I want to do it in your bed, with you. Wait, is that okay? I mean, we didn’t talk about that part. I’m sure you only meant sex in your bed. We can head to mine then.”

I smiled then tucked my bottom lip into my mouth.

This damn woman knows she is breaking my shit down.

The way McKay had me, she just didn’t know her lying in my bed without sex was high on my list. Sex with her was a bonus of us being together. But I yearned for true intimacy in ourrelationship, holding her close enough to get lost in the sweet coconut scent that lingered in her hair or feeling the baby move against the palm of my hand while her thick ass thigh was tossed over mine.

The same gotdamn relationship she loves to remind you isn’t real?

“Baby, it’s fine. Lying in my bed is part of the deal.” I tossed her a wink as I grabbed her hand and kissed the back. I laid my hand on her thigh, gripping it firmly before I began to rub up and down through her leggings.

“Okay, I just need a minute. I really am full as hell. You fed me too good. Peanut and I thank you for our date night though and all of our books.”

I chuckled.

“Look at you punking out on me before I can even get you to the bed,” I joked.

“BK, you talk a lot of shit that I hope and pray you make up for with every inch, stroke, and pump the way your mouth moves. And ain’t nobody punking out. If Peanut were truly yours, I would be blaming you for my need for a quick nap before I put you to bed.” She said all that as her eyes fluttered before shutting completely.

“Peanut is mine,” I muttered to myself, but I caught the smirk McKay gave, as if she’d heard me. This was my second time of the night staking claim to her unborn as if it were truly my seed.

Because it is, should be.

This was also the second time McKay hadn’t corrected me when I said it. I didn’t know if it was because she thought I stayed in character all the time or if she truly believed me when I said it.