I pull myself up faster than I would have thought possible and run toward them, ignoring the pain in my hips and back.“West.Leave him.He’s not worth it.”
Eddie smiles up at west through bloody lips, his teeth macabre and crimson.“You enjoying playing house with my wife and baby, Winchester?”
“Oh, I’m not fucking playing.Way I see it, she was always too good for you, and her kid is too.Both of them are better off with me,” West says, hovering over him.He lands a condescending slap to Eddie’s busted cheek.My husband hisses and attempts to lash out at West, but he delivers a swift kick to his ribs and Eddie gasps on my lawn like a fish out of water momentarily stunned by the pain.
West stalks over to the car and yanks the keys from the ignition.“Is this the kind of trash you wanna be saddled to?”He says to the stunned—and quite frankly horrified mistress.“Eddie Buchannan—adulterer, abuser, and the man who fucking abandons his heavily pregnant wife?”
She shakes her head, too frightened to speak.
“Go home.Move back in with your parents, hand in your resignation, and get out while you can.”
“You don’t know anything about us,” she protests, apparently finding a sticking point for her courage and lifting her chin defiantly at West.“Eddie loves me.”
“I know it ends for you the same way it did for Daisy, with him moving on to the next hot piece of ass, leaving you high and dry with a baby to raise on your own.”
“And you,” he says to Eddie.“If I ever see your face in this town again, if I ever catch you darkening this doorstep or laying a hand on Daisy-Mae again, I’ll fucking end you.”He spits on the ground and then comes toward me, holding the keys aloft.“Which is your house key, Dais?”
I point to it, and he slides it off the ring and pockets it before tossing the key chain behind him on the grass.Then he grabs my hand and leads me into the garage.I’m shaking so hard I can barely stand.He cups my face in his hands.Behind him, the car starts, and I look up into West’s cool blue eyes swirling with so much concern.
“You alright, darlin’?”
I nod and then quickly shake my head.“I don’t know.”
“He hurt you?”
“No,” I sniff, trying to quell my trembling.“Only my pride.”
He wraps his arm around me and turns us in time to see Eddie reversing down the driveway.
My husband glares at us.“Sign the fucking papers, Daisy-Mae!”
West salutes him with the finger.I chuckle at how absurd this situation is, but I think I might be in shock.West hits the button for the roller door and the metal groans as it closes and settles in place.
Eddie’s car tears out of the drive, the tires screeching as he zooms away, and only when I can no longer hear his vehicle, do I start to relax.A sob tears free of my chest.
West wraps me up in a hug.“Come on, darlin’.Let’s get you inside.A little sugar and your feet up will take the edge off that fright.”
“Your face,” I say touching the spot beside his bleeding lip.He places his bloody hand over mine.“Oh god, West.Your hands.”
“You never grew up with Winchesters for siblings, Dais, and it shows.”He leads me inside, then he sets me down at the breakfast table.West pulls the pitcher of sweet tea from the fridge and grabs a glass from the cabinet.I like that he moves around my kitchen as if it’s his own.I swear Eddie never learned how to open a refrigerator to grab his own beer, much less knew which cabinet I kept the glasses in.
“Here.”He slides the tea toward me.“You’ll feel better once you drink this.When did you eat last?”
“I’m fine.”I say with a nervous smile.
“Jesus.It scared the shit outta me when I saw him manhandle you like that.”He leans forward, cupping my face, searching my gaze as if he doesn’t quite believe that I’m okay.It’s intoxicating having him this close, his cedarwood and leather scent is so delicious that my panties are soaked.West’s eyes are deep blue and full of concern.His shirtsleeves are rolled to expose his muscular forearms and golden tan.I reach up and wrap my hand around his wrist, and he leans closer.Our lips are mere inches apart, lips that are full and so, so kissable.Recognition seems to spark behind his eyes, and his gaze drops to my mouth.
Just kiss me already.Please.
His lips meet mine, as warm and soft as I’d imagined.Suddenly, his hand is gone from my cheek, it dips between my thighs, and just when I think he’s about to touch me where I need him the most, he grips my chair and drags it closer.I am eight-months pregnant with a fat ass, so this was no easy feat, and he just moved me like I weigh nothing.His tongue darts between my lips and sweeps across my own.West’s free hand clasps the back of my neck, as if he’s afraid I’ll slip away.I press my hands against his chest, seeking more of him, but when I moan and deepen the kiss, he pulls back.
“Shit,” he says, bringing his hand up to run through his hair.It’s covered in blood.My husband’s blood.“I’m sorry.”
“Well, that was ...”I trail off, because I don’t have the words.I don’t want him thinking I’m reading into this more than I should.“Weird.”
“Weird?”West asks, and he looks a little hurt.
“Yeah.I mean, it’s not every day I kiss my best friend.”
