“No.”
“You’ll need to stop riding your bike, drinking, and getting into brawls. I also expect you to avoid unhealthy foods. I don’t know what those foods might be, but I’ll do a little research and message you with my demands.”
Elle spun around and walked to the bathroom. “I need to pee. Get that cheek swab done, and I’ll see you in six months after Wilbur is born.”
Once Elle hurried her fine ass into the restroom, I considered following her. She liked to run, and I certainly enjoyed a good chase.
But I felt Clint waiting. Giving in to his silent request, I walked back to the bar top.
“Was my sister sober enough to say yes?” Clint asked, hiding nothing in his blue eyes.
“She did more than say yes.”
“Well, get this test done.”
“What for? Do you really think anyone else slipped a dick to her months ago?”
Clint exhaled roughly, revealing the dangerous man hiding behind his usually calm demeanor. “I didn’t know about you until she turned up pregnant.”
“Fine,” I said and glanced at Exile. “I’ll do this test. Then, I get to sit down and talk to your sister.”
“If the test is positive, we’ll invite you to my parents’ place for dinner.”
“Real respectable,” I said and considered Ford Reed defeating me in a fight years ago.
When he hit me with that baseball bat, I never expected to one day know the feel of his only daughter’s pussy. Life was fucking hilarious that way.
ELLE
Hiding in the restroom was a loser move. No doubt about it. I rode with a solid club full of powerful women. Yet, I was afraid to leave the ladies’ room and face my baby daddy.
Zodiac made me bonkers. I couldn’t chill around him. He wasn’t a dude like the men I grew up around. There was no shooting the shit in a casual manner with him.
Instead, Zodiac felt like a predator, always plotting to pin his prey in a corner where I couldn’t escape.
That night, I hadn’t broken free. He cornered me and spoke in his silky, seductive voice. My head was spinning, and he smelled really good. I should have shoved him away. Maybe I did. But at some point, my hands stopped pushing and started pulling.
The sex was a blur. I was too wasted to be sure of anything except that Zodiac was a special kind of hot, and I wanted to rub that heat against my pussy.
Now, I had a bun in the oven, and the predator was back on my tail.
Eventually, Clint knocked and entered the restroom. I emerged from the stall and stared sadly at him.
“That could have gone better,” I admitted.
“Oh, I don’t know,” my brother responded softly. “Zodiac didn’t lose his shit like I expected.”
“Lose his shit, how?”
“Like, claim it wasn’t his. Or say you trapped him.”
“I knew he wouldn’t do that. He’s had my number all along. Now, he gets to rub it in my face.”
Clint cocked an eyebrow and asked, “Your number?”
“I’ve had a thing for him from the beginning. He knew and kept tempting me until I was too weak and drunk to be smart.”
“He knew that how?”
