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“How far are you?”

When I walk past Jacob, I punch him in the arm. He lets out an oomph before his scrumptious chuckle fills the uncomfortable silence plaguing the room. I can’t believe he kept this from me. I’m not angry, but I am taking note that I still have a lot to learn about this man.

My foot suspends midstride when Emily replies, “Twenty-three weeks.”

“Twenty three weeks?! You’re twenty-three weeks pregnant!”

Mistaking my shocked tone as anger, she attempts to calm me down. “You’re the first person we’ve told. No one else knows.”

“You can’t sugarcoat shit, Em. At the end of the day, it’s still shit.” Confident I’ve got her right where I want her, I gallop the last three steps between us, throw my arms around her shoulders, then squeal, “Congratulations!”

She stiffens, certain I was going to react badly. I won't lie; that was my first thought, but after everything they've been through, that would have been the worst thing to do. Young or not, they deserve this. Furthermore, I'll be the coolest aunt in the world. I don't have to demand they abide by their curfews or change into more respectable clothing. I can spoil them rotten and not suffer a single consequence. It's quite brilliant, really.

“Group hug!” Before Emily or I can react, Jacob wraps us up in a firm hug. “Too bad you're stuck in bed, Noah; you're missing out. Sisters...” A growl that makes me wish we were alone finalizes his tease.

Fortunately for both Noah and Jacob, Noah’s bandmates and members of his inner circle arrive before Noah can issue any of the threats he’s shooting Jacob’s way. They’re as stunned as I was about how well Noah seems considering the circumstances. Just looking at him, you’d have no idea he spent the last three months in a coma.

My mom cries happy tears when Emily informs her she’s pregnant. Tom’s reaction is more subdued. He glares at Noah with his mouth hanging open and his head shaking. When Noah and Jacob laugh as if they’re the only ones privy to the punch line, my confusion has Jacob’s lips getting friendly with my ear.

“I’ll tell you later... when you’re in bed... panting from sexual exhaustion.”

This—this is what I was referencing earlier. I thought I’d teach Jacob all the moves before setting him free in the wild to defend himself. I had no clue he’d use all my best tricks on me.

After squeezing my ass firmly enough to assure not even BOB will scratch the surface of my horniness, Jacob saves Noah from a much too late birds and the bees talk from Tom.

A couple of hours pass before the party-like atmosphere in Noah’s room is ended by an attractive blonde with a stern face. She reminds Noah’s guests that although he’s awake, he still has a long road to recovery. That kills the mood even more than Jacob asking Noah if he could raid his condom stash since he clearly doesn’t know how to use them.

Don't get me wrong, everyone laughed at Jacob's comment, I just hated that only two sets of eyes floated my way when they did. There were over twenty people in Noah's room at that stage, yet only ten percent peered my way. Those aren't good odds.

After hugging Emily and Noah farewell, I tell Jacob I’ll wait for him in the corridor. Because he’s more popular than me, it takes him triple the time to say goodbye. He mainly bids farewell with man hugs and shoulder slaps, but an occasional cheek kiss or two are thrown in as well.

My pulse spikes when the lady who kicked us out says goodbye with a peck on the lips. They must know each other because their exchange lasts a good five minutes longer than everyone else’s, and even with the boost in time, she seems disappointed that he’s leaving, which is weird considering she told us to go.

My confusion is set aside when Jacob stops in front of me. “Ready?”

When the sexy purr of his words has my knees joining, I push off the wall and head to the elevator bank. “Is the ocean salty?”

Chapter Fifty-Two

Jacob

As my car careens down the ramp of the multistory parking garage, my hand glides up Lola’s thigh. I’m reasonably sure I’m seconds from being castrated, but I can’t help but tease her. I love how her eyes gloss over when my hands are on her.

She was named Cock Tease for how relentlessly she teased back when my face was still carrying baby fat, so when I realized I had the upper hand in our relationship, I thought a bit of revenge was in order. Don’t misinterpret; I’d never recommended going against a woman as fierce as Lola without first knowing all your facts. It only dawned on me an hour after she left two weeks ago that I had the advantage.

How did I stumble upon this wisdom, you ask? Our kiss.

I kissed her before revealing I didn’t have any relations with Nat, yet she didn’t pull away. She encouraged our embrace. That in itself proves she cares for me.

When Lola’s squirming grows to the point of looking like she has ants in her pants, my eyes stray from the road to her. Biggest mistake I’ve ever made. She’s no longer watching the scenery zoom past the window. She’s watching me with hungry, I’m going to devour you without coming up for air eyes.

The desire in her hooded gaze has my dick stiffening so quickly, the lead in my zipper is now tattooed on my dick. I’d give anything to have her lips on me. On any part of me. My lips. My neck. My dick.

Sensing my silent bidding, her eyes drop to my crotch. The heat I feel a mere inch from my pinkie intensifies when she takes in the effect she has on my body. She only needs to breathe in my direction, and I'm as hard as stone.

I plant my foot on the accelerator, hoping to finish our thirty-mile trip as fast as possible. Lola doesn’t have the same level of patience. “Fuck it.”

After throwing off her seatbelt, she crawls over the console, slides down my zipper, then frees my dick from my pants with a boing. My grip on the steering wheel tightens when her velvety tongue teasingly circles the rim of my cock.

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