Page 47 of Found By You

“Do you want me to?” I’ll sleep outside her door in my truck to be close to her if I have to.

She leans over the center console and pouts her plump lips at me. My cock surges at the visual of pushing my length between those lips. “Yes, please,” she whispers seductively, and I fall toward her. Claiming her mouth in a searing kiss. I don’t think my heart has ever soared higher.

Maci Montgomery.

Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?

After working late at the shop, I crashed hard at the motel with Maci. She wasn’t feeling well, but I was more than glad to take care of her. I offered to take her to the coffee shop to meet Peggy in the morning, but Cassidy already said she’d swing by and get her on the way.

We texted all day, but that didn’t curb my desire to see her—to be with her. After skipping out of work early, we picked up her new car. She was much more excited about it, but she still seemed upset over the apartment search being a dud—I, however, am not.

I stayed with her again last night at the motel. We had amazing sex in the shower and went to bed like we’d been together for years.

She started training at Cup O’ Joe this morning, had a meeting with Rick at Rick’s Gym this afternoon about starting yoga classes, then headed to the laundromat before we meet to head up to the cabin in another hour—it’s finally Wednesday, and I can’t wait to get her moved in.

Maci’s eleven weeks pregnant as of yesterday, and doing some quick math, I’ve figured her due date is roughly the end of June. I’ll be in my house no later than the end of May at the rate Rhett and Levi are going; that’s enough time to convince Maci to give us a real shot.

Dating isn’t on her radar, and I doubt starting a serious relationship while throwing a newborn baby into the mix is something she’s going to be keen on doing, but I have to try. We’re already there as far as I’m concerned.

I want her. And I want that baby with her.

I want it all.

A heavy knock on my open office door brings me back to the present. “Hey,” Butch grunts. “Got a minute?”

I glare at him and lean back in my desk chair, remembering the last time I saw him and how well that went.

He takes the seat across from me and scratches his bearded chin—a nervous tick he’s had since grade school. “Listen, Duke, I didn’t mean to piss you off the other night at Ma’s,” he grumbles, “but I don’t like where we’ve gotten. I’m a fish out of water here, all right? You’re the one who fixes this shit before we end up ripping each other’s throats out.”

“Yeah, I always am,” I snarl. “How’s it being on the other end? Not very fun, is it?”

Butch scowls. “I didn’t come here to argue with you.”

“Then why did you come here?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. “To find out what the fuck I’m doing with my goddamn life and report back to the family.”

“No.” He sighs. “I came here to invite you and Maci over for dinner Friday night. Cassidy already tried talking to Maci about it, but she said she’d have to talk to you. Didn’t want to step on any toes or some bullshit.”

I huff in frustration.

“Cass likes Maci,” he tells me. “And apparently, I’m fucking up her chance at having a pregnant best friend she can go through all this shit with, and that’s a big deal.”

I can’t help but chuckle at my moron of a brother. It’s a wonder how he scored Cassidy in the first place. “Yeah, that’ll do it.”

“So, you’ll come?” he asks, hopeful. “Dinner, Friday night.”

As much as I’d enjoy watching him squirm in the dog house with his future wife, I’d hate to find out later I’m doing the same thing to Maci. “I’ll be there,” I say. “I can’t guarantee Maci will, but I’ll talk to her.”

He nods. “Sounds good.”

I rub the back of my neck as something else comes to mind… “What did you end up getting Cassidy for Christmas?”

He barks a laugh. “I was about to ask you the same thing. If I was smart, I would’ve waited to ask her to marry me on Christmas. Killed two birds with one stone.”

I snort at his cheap ass. “Yeah, I don’t know if I should get Maci something or not.”

“You’re not dating, are you?”

“We’re…a little more than friends,” I admit, hoping I don’t regret telling him later. “It’s been so long since I had to buy a woman anything with meaning, I don’t even know where I’d start.”

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