One Moment Please: A Surprise Pregnancy Standalone (Wait With Me #3) - Amy Daws Page 0,88

I warn, grabbing her calves. A strange burst of pride swells in my chest as my semen leaks out of her. “In fact…just stand here for a minute and catch your breath.”

“You are so gross!” she exclaims, shoving my shoulders and stepping away from me so she can press her thighs together. “Your seed is firmly planted in my uterus, but you still demand to watch it drip out me every time we have sex. You seriously need to talk to a therapist about your caveman issues.”

My belly shakes with laughter. Real laughter that lifts both sides of my face. I’ve been doing that a lot lately, and it doesn’t take a therapist to tell me why.

I help Lynsey clean up in the bathroom, and we return to the mess we left behind, both feeling marginally lighter after fucking out some frustration. And thankfully, our sexual tryst revealed the missing dowels, so assembly goes a lot smoother now.

I’m just attaching the last pieces when Lynsey’s voice quietly says, “So it’s Dean’s 30th birthday on Friday.”

I level her with a look. “Are you trying to get fucked again, Jones? I can’t get you pregnant again, but that won’t stop me from trying.”

She rolls her eyes and hands me a bolt. “He’s renting a party bus for the night.”

I purse my lips. “Isn’t he a little old for that?”

She gives me a playful shove. “Come on, Grandpa. Don’t you remember being young and carefree?”

“No,” I deadpan because I basically skipped that part of my life the minute I decided to be pre-med.

Lynsey licks her lips and eyes me flirtatiously. “You should come along.”

I shake my head from side to side. “You go ahead.”

“Oh, come on. It’ll be fun,” she coaxes, blinking her big brown eyes at me.

“Dean doesn’t want me there.” I latch the last dowel into place. “He doesn’t even like me. And the feeling is mutual.”

“He told me to invite you,” Lynsey argues, grabbing my arm and redirecting my attention to her. “He even invited Max so you would have a friend there and not feel like the only outsider.”

I blink back my surprise. “He invited Max?”

She nods. “Unlike you, Dean sees the benefits to becoming friendly with you.”

Because he wants what he can’t have. I recall the look in his eyes that day he helped Lynsey move. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Come on,” Lynsey groans, rubbing her belly. “This will probably be our last big night out before peanut comes. I’ll wear a sexy maternity dress.”

I shake my head from side to side. “You could wear a garbage bag, and I’d still want to fuck you anytime, anywhere.”

“Romantic,” she replies flatly, shooting me a scowl.

I tilt my head and watch her. “You really want me to come?”

Her face lights up, and she nods enthusiastically. “A thousand times yes.”

“Fine,” I groan, rolling my eyes before she launches herself into my arms, knocking over my tools as she does.

“Oops,” she croaks, looking around us.

I hold her sides and shoot her a glower. “If we lose that last dowel, I am going to have to fuck you again.”

“Promises, promises.” She waggles her brows playfully and stands, giving me some space to work. “We really do need to get this desk out of here. Maybe Miles can stop by some evening after work.”

I hear her begin to rummage in my desk, and I turn to glance at her just as she pulls an envelope out of the top drawer. Her brow furrows. “You have an unopened letter here, Josh.”

My face falls and my ears drum with my increased heartbeat. My voice is tight when I flatly tell her, “Just leave it.”

She turns it over in her hand, and says, “Who’s Mark Jacobson? It has a Baltimore address.”

“I said leave it.” I drop the tools and walk to where she stands. I grab the envelope and stuff it back into the drawer before slamming it shut.

She blinks to me in confusion. “Who was that letter from?”

“It’s seriously nothing, Lynsey,” I grumble, my jaw clenched as memories from the past creep up in my mind. “Old garbage I need to throw out. I told you I’d take care of this desk, and I will.”

She stares at me, her brown eyes blinking rapidly. “Why are you acting so cagey?”

I exhale heavily. “Because some shit just doesn’t need to involve you, okay?”

“Seriously?” she replies, shaking her head in disbelief.

“What?” I say harsher and louder than I meant to. Why does she have to make a