I let out a growl, and Aidan chuckles.
“You’re jealous.”
“I’m not. I just … she’spregnant. Withmykid.”
He nods. “Yeah, and … you don’t have a claim on her beyond that.”
“Well, it’s not safe for her to just go home with some random guy–”
“As a cop, I tend to agree, but it’s not like she hasn’t done it before. Lucy knows how to take care of herself. And anyway, they’re just dancing. It doesn’t have to mean anything.”
Just then lumberjack’s buddy sidles up to Piper. She smiles politely and keeps dancing, turning away slightly so as not to invite further attention.
“Oh yeah?” I ask. A muscle ticks in Aidan’s jaw.
Lumberjack’s buddy has not read the social cue. His arm snakes out to wrap around Piper’s waist, but she grabs his hand attempting to pull it away while shaking her head.
“Oh hell, no,” Aidan growls, glaring daggers into the packed crowd.
“Now can we get in there?” I grit out through clenched teeth.
“Fuck yeah, let’s go,” he says, before shoving his way into the writhing mass of bodies. I’m right behind him as he draws near, grabbing Piper and pulling her protectively against his body.
I move in next to Lucy, glaring threateningly at the jerk wrapped around her. My entire demeanor is transmitting the message to get lost. His eyes flare for a moment and he sets his jaw in challenge, but he must recognize the fury in my stare because he backs off throwing an annoyed snarl at me over his shoulder.
Lucy has stopped dancing and her mouth hangs open as she looks up at me in surprise.
I take a deep breath to settle my anger and then reach a hand out to wrap around her waist. It’s a bold move on my part, and unexpected, as she yelps in surprise when I pull her into my chest. She rests a hand over my heart, looking up at me questioningly. My grip tightens ever so slightly on her waist and we stare at each other, both a little shocked at this turn of events. She recovers smoothly, though, and shoots me a sly smile before resuming her dancing, spinning in my arms and grinding torturously against my now-rigid dick.
I’m in deep,deeptrouble.
CHAPTER 8
LUCY
Ten Weeks
Noah: Prune.
Lucy: ??
Lucy: It’s not even 6:00 am. Are you sleep-texting?!
Noah: No. I’ve been up for an hour already working out.
Noah:Don’t you own a bakery? Shouldn’t you be up by now too … and baking?
Lucy: I have employees that do the early morning thing. Plus, it’s my day off.
Lucy:I’d been planning to SLEEP IN! WTF is prune, anyway?
Noah: It’s our baby. He’s approximately the size of a prune today.
Lucy: You mean SHE
Noah: **eye roll**
Lucy: You don’t actually write ‘eye roll,’ you use the emoji
