She ignores me, acting like I haven’t said shit, and grabs my hands, placing them over her breasts. She closes her eyes, letting a gasp slip past her plump lips. I find my eyes drawn there, my erection straining. She grinds harder, and the heat from her pussy burns through my jeans like an unwanted fire.
“We all see you’re unhappy right now, Drifter.” Her cheeks are flush with need as she moves again, another sigh escaping. “Don’t you think it’s about time you put your own needs first?” she asks, placing her hands back over mine, encouraging me to pinch her nipples. “Fuck, Drifter,” she pants, “you’re the President of the Broken Iron Demons. You shouldn’t have to explain yourself to anyone.”
I snatch my hands away, and she stills. For a second, I see a flicker of fear there, but as quickly as it came, she shut it down.
“Take what you want because you can,” she murmurs.
I growl in frustration, my hand darting out and grasping her throat. And there it is again, that flicker of panic.
ROCHELLE
I’m still holding the pregnancy test and staring down at it with a huge smile on my face. I was expecting more heartache, yet here I am, my heart full and my mind in complete shock.
“Holy shit,” I whisper again. “This is it.”
Red laughs. “Girl, we need to get you ready.”
I watch as she pulls open the wardrobe.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“We need to get you looking like a fine piece of ass, so when you tell Drifter, he can remember this moment forever.” She smiles. “There’s no way he can stay mad when he hears this.”
She pulls out a dress, holding it up to examine it before shaking her head. “Too plain,” she says to herself, placing it back on the rail. She pulls out another, seems to think it over, but again shakes her head. “Too slutty.”
Bella slaps a hand to her mouth to stifle her laugh. “Have you looked in the mirror today?”
Red looks down at her own outfit then shrugs and goes back to picking my clothes apart. “I’m not about to tell my hubby he’s gonna be a baby daddy.”
She selects a yellow summer dress from the back. It was a total impulse buy that I’ve never worn but I fell in love with. The knee-length material is perfect for summer, not too short but not ridiculously long either, and the straps cross over at the back.
“Perfect,” she says, laying it on the bed. “This gives off the right vibe, sexy but mumsy.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, suddenly overcome by emotion. I know I’ve been a fucking nightmare recently, yet these two have stuck with me through it all. Not judging, not yelling, they’ve listened and been patient, and even when I’ve been in the wrong, they’ve had my back.
I grab my phone to check my earlier message to Drifter. It sits unopened, and disappointment crushes me.
“He’s not seen my text yet,” I say, dropping it back on the bed.
“It’s fine. Get ready and go find him,” Red tells me. “He can’t be far.” She pushes the dress into my hands and points to the bathroom.
I run my hand over the dress, glancing back over my shoulder one last time. The girls are watching me like proud parents as I open the door to go find my man.
You got this.
As I get to the lounge, ‘What’s Love’ rings out from the jukebox. And despite it being busy, there’s no sign of Drifter. Even his seat by the bar, which he often occupies lately, is empty.
I go to the office, knowing that’s probably where he’s hiding, more than likely nursing yet another bottle of whiskey.
I sigh, turning to find Hazel heading my way with a crate of beer.
“Hey, have you seen Drifter?”
A sheepish look passes over her face before she mutters, “He was heading to the dorms last time I saw him.”
And then she scurries past me like she can’t wait to get away.
I stare after her, my brow furrowing. My heart is racing now, and there’s a small burn of anger starting in my gut.
