I keep my jaw clamped shut. I’ve never been more confused in my damn life, and I’m not about to have this conversation with him.
“I don’t want someone fucking her if she’s pregnant with my child,” he snaps.
“You have no fucking say about what she does. It’s her fucking body, and it’s really stupid to expect her to abstain for her entire pregnancy.”
“It’s only two weeks.”
“And if it’s yours?” The real fucking possibility of that weighs me down every day. I mean, if it can’t be me, I wouldn’t want it to be anyone other than him, but that doesn’t mean I’m jumping for joy about it. “Will you tell me I can’t put my hands on her for the next seven months?”
He’s lost his fucking mind if he thinks that’s possible.
It’s his turn to snap his jaw closed.
“I didn’t fuck her,” I confess. “I got her off and that’s it.”
“Good.”
“I didn’t do it out of respect for you. It was out of respect for her.”
His eyes dart between mine, and like always, he’s reading me like a damn book. “You really care for her.”
“You don’t?” I know better.
“Not in the way you clearly do,” he argues. “Fuck, man. Really?”
Holding my head high, I look at my best friend. “I can admit, I’m a little torn on my emotions right now.”
He chuckles. “I knew you liked her when you stopped answering calls from other women after you fucked her the first time. Other than the orgy we had last month, I bet you haven’t touched another woman besides her.”
I don’t justify his observation with an answer. I didn’t feel guilty about sleeping with that chick, but I could tell the second the night began that it wasn’t going to be as satisfying as it would’ve been if it had been Simone riding my dick on the couch back at the clubhouse.
“I fucking knew it.” He laughs again, finally relaxing enough to pick up his cup of coffee and take a sip. Fucker, I hope it’s cold and disgusting by now.
If he’s so observant, he should know better than to ask me to stay away from Simone even for the two weeks until we’re able to do the paternity test.
“Stay in her room like normal, bro. Just keep your dick in your pants.”
I grind my teeth, getting ready to spit fire at him because I know if Simone comes to me and she wants to fuck because she truly wants me and not out of some fucked-up obligation she feels, I’m not going to be able to turn her down. The woman in question walks into the room in the same t-shirt I rucked up under her fabulous tits and the panties I stripped from her body last night before lowering my head and making her come on my tongue.
Despite the amount of jizz I sprayed her shower wall with earlier, my cock begins to lengthen immediately.
“Morning,” she mutters as she shuffles to the coffee pot.
Neither of us say a word as she pulls a cup from the cabinet and pours. Lifting the cup to her mouth, she pauses with it less than an inch from her lips.
“Fuck my life,” she mutters before snapping it down to the counter so hard, some of it sloshes over the side.
Resigned and agitated, she grabs a bottle of water from the fridge instead.
“What?” she hisses when she turns around to find both of us looking at her.
“Sleep well,” I tease.
I know she slept well. Less than five minutes after pulling her to my chest, she relaxed to the point of snoring mildly and never moved a muscle. I know because her thigh had my hard dick trapped against my stomach until I was certain I’d end up hospitalized with blood flow issues, which in turn prevented me from sleeping.
She glares at me, and when Jinx lowers his cup of coffee to the counter, I know he’s seconds away from telling her how he feels about us fucking before the paternity test.
Thankfully, his phone rings in his shorts before he can get the words out. He turns and walks out of the apartment just as he lifts the thing to his ear.
A weird silence fills the room, and I do my best to keep my eyes away from Simone, but I can’t ignore the magnetic pull she seems to carry around with her. I hate that she walks around the apartment in her panties, but at the same time, it’s her fucking apartment. How can