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I’m waiting for his gaze to land on me. It doesn’t. But it’s clear that he’s as conscious about what happened as I am. At least he’s not in denial. Yet.

For the first time ever, I’m relieved that the class clown breaks the tension. “Did someone in here get knocked up, and you’re trying to subtly remind us all to double glove?”

Or stay single. Or just not fuck your ex’s dad. So many choices.

But presented with the same situation… I’d do it all over again. I can’t deny how much I feel for my professors.

Chapter 7

Sterling

Rutherford and I ride our motorcycles back to the MC clubhouse after another victory for the Hot Rollers. Our motorcycle club is so heavily intertwined with the roller derby team, some of the guys put together a celebration. The ladies are killing it this season. And with the pregnancy rate on the team, it may be their last.

I’m wracked with a horrible case of blue balls. Another bit of irony since I haven’t had sex in years, and blew my load inside of Mila just a few days ago. I’m taunted by the memory of her toned, naked body. The memory of her on Rutherford’s lap from my window. And by being in her presence in class and on the derby track.

Her schedule’s been jam-packed since I possibly got her pregnant, or so she says. We haven’t talked. Other than attempting to send her a message through my lecture the other day, I’ve laid low.

Tonight’s the night I’m not letting her avoid me anymore, which is why I made sure she got in a car with someone who was coming to the clubhouse to celebrate.

I have to know where we stand. If we were a one-time thing, she’ll have to say it to my face.

Giving Mila time to eat and hang out with friends, I finally tell Rutherford, “I’m going to get her. We can talk to her outside where the music isn’t so loud.”

He shoves the rest of his burger into his mouth and nods.

Casually circling the room, I wait for Mila to wrap up a conversation, then approach. “Come out back. Rutherford and I want to clear things up with you.”

Her eyes dart around the room. “Not here.”

Because I’m the nice guy, I’m frustrated but not mad. I can’t let her play me though. “Then pick a time and place.”

She fidgets, not a good sign. “I’ll have to check my schedule and get back to you.”

“This isn’t a game.”

“I know.”

Avery, the first of the Hot Rollers to have a baby, interrupts and Mila coos to the baby. Prophetic? I excuse myself and head back to Rutherford.

His gaze lands on Mila while he questions me. “Well?”

I sigh. “She doesn’t want to talk here.”

“So when?”

I shake my head, prepared for his disappointment.

“Hold on.” He walks away.

That was too easy. Relief washes through me that he’s trusting me to handle it. Then I see where he’s going—straight to Mila. He says something that causes the two women to pause their conversation. He leans to Mila’s ear and laughs as her eyes go wide.

Seconds later, she’s making a beeline for the back door, Rutherford’s hot on her heels, and Avery looks confused but moves on to a different friend.

Rushing outside with them, I’m floored. She’s happy. Did she react differently to him because they had a fledgling relationship whereas I was merely given a birthday celebration? I’m pretty sure she hasn’t spoken to him since my birthday either.

How fucked up would it be if I got her pregnant, and she only wants a relationship with Rutherford?

My mild-mannered nature can’t downplay how badly I hope I put a baby in her.

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